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Yet Another Story With Forum Members!, Please read. -NOT DEAD YET!| -Rusty- |
Posted: February 28, 2005 03:07 pm
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 Zombie Hunter  Group: Members Posts: 220 Joined: December 16, 2004  |
yeah, and your right! my life before anyone else!
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| Elite viking |
Posted: February 28, 2005 04:44 pm
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 Veteran Lord Carnage Group: Old BB:S Betatesters Posts: 2471 Joined: December 16, 2004 |
OK, befire Nikku does something serious about his threats, I'll post the new part.
The zombies were coming at him, reaching out their hands. They were in hundreds, maybe thousands, and all he had was his pistol. Gneralas whipped the pistol out, switching the small safety off with a small click. His silver gun shone in the dim light, a deadly beauty waiting to kill. With a swift hand movement, he forwarded the next slug from the magazine, chambering it, before he took aim at the closest ones head, preparing to blow it off. All the moaning disappeared from his thoughts; all he was hearing was his own, steady breath. BLAM. The bullet hit; separating the zombie head in the middle, sending the two halves splattering to the ground. He fired again. The casing ejected, flying beautifully, in an arc, down to the floor. They were real close now, he felt like he could almost smell their hunger. His aim centered at another incoming braindead being. He pulled the trigger. The flame from the muzzle lit him up; the brown hair in disorder with a Bandana tied around; the tattered jeans and the long-sleeved hooded sweater sagging down. His teeth were gritted, as he saw the second zombie fall to the ground, motionless. Round after round hit the never-stopping crowd. Puddles of blood appeared on the floor by every dropped foe. He was running low on his current magazine. The metallic clang when the hammer hit nothing but air ricocheted in the hallway. He flicked a button. The clip fell to the floor clattering. He searched his pockets for a new one, finding it after a little fumbling. Clack. He slapped it in, and pulled the hammer back, readying another eight rounds to fire. His pistol was constantly ablaze. Damn, they were getting too close now. He fired the last round of his second mag, and pulled out another from his pocket. Gneralas was with his back to the wall now. He was completely surrounded, with no possible chance of survival. He could do nothing but take as many as his foes with him. Blam Blam BlamBlam Blam Blam. Klik. They were almost on to him; he searched desperately for another clip of shots while they came slowly closer. Just as he had cocked his gun, a zombie lunged at him. He barely missed it by throwing himself to the side, before giving the fiend a hard smash in the neck with the gun. Time froze as he heard the crunching sound of something biting at his leg, down to the bone. Noo! Gneralas yelled as he unloaded all of the rounds of his pistol, the shell casings littering the floor, into the gaping head of the zombie. There were nothing left of its head, only blood, grey brain matter and bone powder. The crowd was at him. They gnawed off his limbs with blood streaming out. He was a goner within seconds. Damn it! Gneralas yelled into the TV with the words Game Over flashing again and again. He could hardly resist the urge of sending the G-Con (Gun Controller) straight trough the screen, furious at his loss. Something had to be wrong with that gun, it shot light beams sporadic, both when he did and didnt fire. He knew it was dangerous, but he had to fix the thing. He pulled the fat boy hat down to his ears before going out to the kitchen. He opened a drawer, and found a screwdriver and a drill. That laser Gun was getting fixed, whether it liked it or not. He had no idea what he was doing with the thing. It was almost automatically, something told him what to drill, what to remove, which wires to connect After half an hour it was done, after cutting a piece of glasses into fit as a new laser focuser, and random messing with the interior. Okay, now its time for you to lay waste on some more uuundeeaaadd! Boooo! he said with a creaky, old witch voice. He plugged it into the PS2 he had just received in birthday present. He turned the game console on, the welcome screen appearing. The ZombieKillah opening movie soon replaced the welcum to Pe Ess Doo! It was really cool. There were some marines flying around, evacuating civilians. Then one of the guys they were evacing bit a marine, and all hell broke loose inside the chopper. The main characters jumped out, landing in a jungle. They soon fought their way into a big lab, where they had to blow up the generator. Gneralas waited for the movie to end. Ah, finally. He sighed with relief, as the menu appeared. He pressed x on the new game bar. It begun. The hall was just the same. The zombies were approaching, and he readied his G-Con. He had a mutilated person he couldnt see the gender of in his sights. He pulled the trigger. Zap. The TV received a hole straight trough. Holy Shit! Gneralas dropped the gun, and ran over to the screen. The hole at the size of a thumb let loose a small curl of smoke before it caught fire. The rest of the TV was looking like clay. He looked a few seconds at the melted pc, before pulling the Guns electrical cord out of the PlayStation. Sweet. He grinned evil. Happy B-day! And a small request for Radman: Can you please continue your story, or just kill it? I am longing for new parts... This post has been edited by Elite viking on August 08, 2005 06:47 pm |
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| Keyes |
Posted: February 28, 2005 05:17 pm
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 I'm On A Boat Group: Moderators Posts: 2264 Joined: December 04, 2004 |
smart stuff there
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| Elite viking |
Posted: February 28, 2005 05:50 pm
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Veteran Lord Carnage Group: Old BB:S Betatesters Posts: 2471 Joined: December 16, 2004 |
Maybe you can pry it from his dead cold hands when he dies Thanks for all the comments. Everyone, wish Gneralas happy B-day when he eventually gets up! ( Aussie time, It's 5 in the morning there  |
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| Radman |
Posted: February 28, 2005 06:01 pm
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 Real zombie Nemesis Group: Members Posts: 448 Joined: January 13, 2005 |
Nice work!.... Sure I'd be happy to update my story, but I have Police cadets in an hour so i'll update it when I get back. hehehheheheehe Im one of the only ones who's worked out that zombies are going attack... cool... -------------------- When theres no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth...
 'They say people dont believe in heroes anymore... Well im going to give them back their hero." |
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| Till Death Do us Part |
Posted: February 28, 2005 07:07 pm
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 Real zombie Nemesis Group: Members Posts: 310 Joined: February 10, 2005 |
Wait, wait...what? The last chapter has me confused? How does it tie into teh story? Eh?!
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| Elite viking |
Posted: February 28, 2005 07:13 pm
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Veteran Lord Carnage Group: Old BB:S Betatesters Posts: 2471 Joined: December 16, 2004 |
I introduce new characters that way.
Btw, have a look at my animation, its my first try at it. ...okay... |
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| Till Death Do us Part |
Posted: February 28, 2005 07:25 pm
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Real zombie Nemesis Group: Members Posts: 310 Joined: February 10, 2005 |
Ahhhhh......So I see
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| SirAlucard |
Posted: February 28, 2005 07:30 pm
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 Uberzernichter Group: Members Posts: 954 Joined: November 21, 2004 |
Good story so far but where am I???
-------------------- im awesome bra'h
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| Elite viking |
Posted: February 28, 2005 07:35 pm
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Veteran Lord Carnage Group: Old BB:S Betatesters Posts: 2471 Joined: December 16, 2004 |
Yer standin in line. Wait for yer turn.
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| DarknessGlams |
Posted: February 28, 2005 08:07 pm
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 Real zombie Nemesis Group: Members Posts: 427 Joined: January 22, 2005 |
Your getting into your strange keep-us-all-confused-as-hell mood now. I wonder if me 'n' the generator people (I can't really remember names, sorry to whoever they were) are out the story or coming back as my idea from about 5 pages back.
Happy Birthday Gneralas -------------------- [nolargeimagesplz]http://img254.echo.cx/img254/2283/seminardeath2tn.gif[/IMG]
THINGS THAT I AM WORKING ON. BD Source BD Source. Please Read. Important (ish) The BrainDead Source website. Hey, please join my forums. The Forums (Please, come on, join, please) |
 
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| Elite viking |
Posted: February 28, 2005 08:28 pm
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Veteran Lord Carnage Group: Old BB:S Betatesters Posts: 2471 Joined: December 16, 2004 |
Why am I always said to be confusing?
Ok I'll explain. I just introduced Gneralas to the story. In the beginning it seems like he is getting killed ( He shot at the horde blabla) by zombies, but then comes a punchline: It was on his PS2, he's alive. Gneralas lives, but his ps2 gun isn't working. he 'fixes' it into a lasergun melting stuff. Is that confusing? You should know by now that I sometimes change perspectives, this time it was Gneralas' turn. If it's still confusing, send me a PM. |
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| Elite viking |
Posted: February 28, 2005 09:13 pm
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Veteran Lord Carnage Group: Old BB:S Betatesters Posts: 2471 Joined: December 16, 2004 |
They were driving pretty carefully downwards now. Slaya was careful since he had twisted his neck, along with everybody else. In fact, Slaya was one of the luckiest.
Greys face was looking like a badly fried meatloaf, and bled from four different wounds. The.Raver had been thrown off, slung five meters before his flight ended in a skid along the grass, giving him severe burn damages along with a blue eye, as his Berett smashed into his face. Dave had broken both legs. Mugen was dead, his head severely damaged by the abrupt stop. They carried him out of the car to bury him. When taking his clothes off they saw bite marks on his torso. He was becoming one of them They gave him a shot to make sure he stayed in his grave. Hey sorry I mashed in your face. It looked like you were steering us into our death, you know. Yeah But, try to think before you punch me like that again. I think you broke my nose They sat silently, listening to the quiet humming from the engine for a while. None of them looked back at the labs hidden under a mountain, the thick, black smoke curling out from the entrance the only sign of what happened. Inside, all laid still. Everything but the faint, crisp sound of burning debris, and the strange murmur of radioactive fallout was quiet. It wasnt much of a war zone if you only looked at the outside. There, the nuclear power had wiped out anything, leaving the halls smooth. But the farther in you went, the closer you got to the ground zero, the more chaos youd see. Partly burnt bodies strewn around, shell casings, caked, dark blood covering the floor and walls, pipes sticking out of the walls, muddy water flowing out, mixing with the blood, cement blocks that had gotten shook loose Inside the generator room, everything was covered under the huge chunks of roof\mountain that fell down when the reactor went critical. They werent rugged, or anything like that. They were incredibly smooth, everything looking like one smooth piece of roof that had fallen down, and not broken into pieces. The stone had melted from the incredible heat. Nothing bore evidence of what once was a battlefield where brave men held their ground. The generator itself was nowhere to be seen. It had disintegrated. Crk. A small scraping sound was barely heard, coming from under the rock. Crk. Crrk. Cracrak. Small streaks appeared on the surface. CraCraCraCk. The sound was getting louder and louder, now high enough to send it echoing in the room. After a long time, the sounds increasing gradually, a hole appeared. With a now loud smash, it became real big. Huuuuhh Gasp... gasp... gasp A voice down there breathed. Nothing happened in a long while, but for the mans uncontrolled, heavy breath. With a final smash, the hole widened out enough for him to crawl out. A dark, badly hurt man came out, sinking to his knees from exhaustion. He had dug trough almost a meter of concrete mixed with stone without anything else than sheer willpower and a gun with attached bayonet. The air had gotten poisonous a long time ago. It was Nikku. He was without clothes except for some fabric burnt together with his skin, he had third grade burns all over himself, and his color was a mixture of red from clumpy blood and black from ashes. He was missing good chunks of his body, and was hurt as Hell. But he was alive. (Will explain his miraculous survival next episode) This post has been edited by Elite viking on August 08, 2005 06:50 pm |
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| -=Jouni=- |
Posted: February 28, 2005 09:42 pm
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Elite zombie Butcher Group: Members Posts: 1456 Joined: December 07, 2004 |
Looking good.
More me please!  (Or have i missed something? I read quite fast:P) |
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| bert |
Posted: March 01, 2005 12:48 am
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 Zombie Hunter Group: Members Posts: 113 Joined: December 03, 2004 |
Must suck being Nikku. Having huge chunks of your body missing and shit. Ouch.
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