Some story idea...
Story I've been working on for a comic. Really interesting....couple days ago, typed this out in a few hours:
I just remember running...
I can’t remember why...but I remember that it was from someone. Was it human? Could’ve been...but his movements were so...skilled. It’s just a game. Who needs to move that skillfully? I don’t know...but whoever it is...
They’re coming for me...
Mission Log: 0000-1544
Site: Unknown
The dry air filled my throat. I couldn’t breath. It’s been several days now running from whomever, or whatever is following me. The most amount of nutrients, if you can call them that, I’ve had in my system are a few stim packs. I’m dying of anticipation, waiting for the day when…it…shows up. My teammates have been…disposed of. What is up with this? It’s only a game. I have no idea who wants us hunted down. It doesn’t make any sense. I mean sure, we play a few games a week with a few…modifications, but that’s not enough to get us into trouble…
Or is it?
Private Cain wasn’t normally the one to freak out in situations like this. His palms sweating, he made his way through the run down city. He had been “In-Game” for a few days, which meant only a few hours in the real world. Cain, a.k.a. “Ugotownzd3,” found his way into an abandoned building to hide out for a while. The place had so many holes around that it didn’t seem like a decent spot to hide from such a skilled person. It should hold, he thought. He was so wrong…
Fuck!
Where is this guy? If he would just let me finish my job…bastard…
This simple job would’ve taken me a matter of “In-Game” minutes, except now, my target wants to run. He’s only prolonging the inevitable…
Agent Moore’s patience was wearing thin. The job was simple: find a few kids who were modding their way through the ranks in online play, and dispose of them. It’s not really killing them, just killing their avatars.
Only prolonging the inevitable…
Cain sat there in silence as the wind whistled through the hollow building. His protected spot wasn’t going to protect him for long, he knew that.
Man, I got to think. Think, Cain, think. What did you do in the last few hundred games that got you into trouble? Oh yeah, I jumped up several ranks in a few matches, something that takes even the most skilled player time. Heh heh…oh man, I’m in deep, deep shit. Was it the game enforcers on my tail? No, couldn’t be…this guy’s steps are too careful for such a thought. I got to get out of here. I could just log out, right? Yeah, that’s what I’ll do…I’ll just log ou…
Blam! Gunshots fired all around Cain’s head, strategically placed an inch above his head in a nice five shot arc. It scared him shitless. Just as he was about to stand up and make a break for it…a gun tapped ever so slightly on his helmet. Shit, he thought.
“Tsk, tsk. You should be a little more careful. Your thoughts are really loud. They broadcast nice and clear over the chatter.”
Agent Moore sat over the estranged young fellow looking down at him with a wide smirk. His plan was to lure his prey out and unsuspectingly flank him. It worked perfectly. Of course, it wasn’t much to find the kid, seeing as he was broadcasting all of his thoughts live. I guess it’s just more fun this way, he thought. He really didn’t enjoy the hunting part of this job, but boy did he love the toying with his prey. He thought maybe he had gone over the top with five shots centered toward the head region, but it was effective enough. He’d only need one shot anyway. They don’t call me Vash for nothing, he said. His six-shooter was custom made. The longer barrel provided a longer contact time with the hammer. Its revolver style end, though stylish, was still very effective, with its speed loading abilities and with the flip of a switch, turned this gun into a semi-automatic powerhouse of six shots. It was his idea of a joke, seeing as it’s a gun from an anime he used to watch as a kid.
“Who are you?” Cain asked.
“That doesn’t matter; I’m just here so I can get paid.”
And with that…Cain was gone in the midst of a muzzle flash; his avatar disintegrating into nothingness.
Besides, no one ever remembers a mercenary, kid.
No one…
I just remember running...
I can’t remember why...but I remember that it was from someone. Was it human? Could’ve been...but his movements were so...skilled. It’s just a game. Who needs to move that skillfully? I don’t know...but whoever it is...
They’re coming for me...
Mission Log: 0000-1544
Site: Unknown
The dry air filled my throat. I couldn’t breath. It’s been several days now running from whomever, or whatever is following me. The most amount of nutrients, if you can call them that, I’ve had in my system are a few stim packs. I’m dying of anticipation, waiting for the day when…it…shows up. My teammates have been…disposed of. What is up with this? It’s only a game. I have no idea who wants us hunted down. It doesn’t make any sense. I mean sure, we play a few games a week with a few…modifications, but that’s not enough to get us into trouble…
Or is it?
Private Cain wasn’t normally the one to freak out in situations like this. His palms sweating, he made his way through the run down city. He had been “In-Game” for a few days, which meant only a few hours in the real world. Cain, a.k.a. “Ugotownzd3,” found his way into an abandoned building to hide out for a while. The place had so many holes around that it didn’t seem like a decent spot to hide from such a skilled person. It should hold, he thought. He was so wrong…
Fuck!
Where is this guy? If he would just let me finish my job…bastard…
This simple job would’ve taken me a matter of “In-Game” minutes, except now, my target wants to run. He’s only prolonging the inevitable…
Agent Moore’s patience was wearing thin. The job was simple: find a few kids who were modding their way through the ranks in online play, and dispose of them. It’s not really killing them, just killing their avatars.
Only prolonging the inevitable…
Cain sat there in silence as the wind whistled through the hollow building. His protected spot wasn’t going to protect him for long, he knew that.
Man, I got to think. Think, Cain, think. What did you do in the last few hundred games that got you into trouble? Oh yeah, I jumped up several ranks in a few matches, something that takes even the most skilled player time. Heh heh…oh man, I’m in deep, deep shit. Was it the game enforcers on my tail? No, couldn’t be…this guy’s steps are too careful for such a thought. I got to get out of here. I could just log out, right? Yeah, that’s what I’ll do…I’ll just log ou…
Blam! Gunshots fired all around Cain’s head, strategically placed an inch above his head in a nice five shot arc. It scared him shitless. Just as he was about to stand up and make a break for it…a gun tapped ever so slightly on his helmet. Shit, he thought.
“Tsk, tsk. You should be a little more careful. Your thoughts are really loud. They broadcast nice and clear over the chatter.”
Agent Moore sat over the estranged young fellow looking down at him with a wide smirk. His plan was to lure his prey out and unsuspectingly flank him. It worked perfectly. Of course, it wasn’t much to find the kid, seeing as he was broadcasting all of his thoughts live. I guess it’s just more fun this way, he thought. He really didn’t enjoy the hunting part of this job, but boy did he love the toying with his prey. He thought maybe he had gone over the top with five shots centered toward the head region, but it was effective enough. He’d only need one shot anyway. They don’t call me Vash for nothing, he said. His six-shooter was custom made. The longer barrel provided a longer contact time with the hammer. Its revolver style end, though stylish, was still very effective, with its speed loading abilities and with the flip of a switch, turned this gun into a semi-automatic powerhouse of six shots. It was his idea of a joke, seeing as it’s a gun from an anime he used to watch as a kid.
“Who are you?” Cain asked.
“That doesn’t matter; I’m just here so I can get paid.”
And with that…Cain was gone in the midst of a muzzle flash; his avatar disintegrating into nothingness.
Besides, no one ever remembers a mercenary, kid.
No one…