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Time Paradox, Story with Forum Members| -=Chris Redfield=- |
Posted: October 01, 2005 02:57 am
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 Baby Slayer  Group: Members Posts: 1299 Joined: October 19, 2004  |
Next installment later tonight or tommorow morning. Not much in the mood to finish the segment; I don't really want to write it if I'm not going to give it my 100% (imagine it being worse than it all ready is! =O)
--------------------  (1) I like to beat women. (2) I like to beat babies (3) I like to beat women while beating babies (4). I like to watch women beat their babies...and then I beat the women. |
   
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| Nikku |
Posted: October 01, 2005 03:44 am
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 Mr. Coke Group: Old BB:S Betatesters Posts: 3114 Joined: December 12, 2004 |
this story is sexy as hell... and hell is sexy! so keep up the sexy work, can't wait till i see my charater
-------------------- Only when you gick, will you truly fish...
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| Keyes |
Posted: October 01, 2005 03:18 pm
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 I'm On A Boat Group: Moderators Posts: 2264 Joined: December 04, 2004 |
Whoa...my char pwns
 Tis nice, keep it going...lest I feed you to the lions. --------------------  |
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| -=Chris Redfield=- |
Posted: October 01, 2005 08:51 pm
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Baby Slayer Group: Members Posts: 1299 Joined: October 19, 2004 |
Chapter III
June 15, 2003 / 2130hr The footsteps finally vanished, sending relief through Matt Terros body. His body finally relaxed, his breathing became normal, and the sweat finally subsided. The heat from inside the hiding place, beneath the house and inside his neighbors bunker, was phenomenal. He wasnt the only one affected by the roast, the S.W.A.T. Member also seemed to be sweating profusely with all his heavy gear, long clothing, and of course, being trapped under this heap of wood. The house they are under was almost totaled with the amount of mortar fire it received from the hours previously, but luckily, Matt, the man from S.W.A.T., and the girl were all ready inside the concrete bunker. Theyve been running from gunfire previously as the Eastern Soldiers tried to shoot them down. They never said a single word the whole time theyve been with each other, and it created an awkward atmosphere inside the bunker. Well, Matt said, breaking the silence and turning the heads of the survivors towards him. Theyre gonefinally. God, if they dont kill us, the heat sure as Hell will. The girl was sitting on a bed, with a candle lit next to her on a night stand decided to lay down. She looked up at the ceiling and laid there like a log, with her brown hair lying every which way. She put a hand threw her hair and turned towards Matt and frowned. I dont think its a good time to throw jokes at us, she said slowly. She then resumed staring blankly at the ceiling, with shadows dancing and gliding ubiquitously. Matt stared at her with hesitancy and opened his mouth to say something, but closed it; he didnt know what to say. Sorry, he said softly, and looked back up at the double door hatches that led up to the night sky. Dont worry about it, she said back quietly. The guy in uniform slowly got up and made his way towards Matt. His footsteps echoing in the confined room, causing the hairs on the back Matts neck to stand up as the man from S.W.A.T. reached him. Matt felt a hand clasp on his right shoulder and looked at the man with intensity at first, but realized that the man was frowning. Listen, the man said to Matt. We cant stay down here forever; you and I both know that. One of us needs to get up there and scout for another place to hide; preferably a building thats still intact and wont collapse. Matt nodded his head with coherency and looked up at the hatch that he stood near. Matt felt a couple of fingers prodding his shoulder and he looked back over to the other guy. The man from S.W.A.T. was handing him a handgun. Matt knew very little about guns, and was usually relying on his baseball bat, but took the weapon generously. He at least knew how to reload and pull the trigger. Lets hope you wont have to use it, the man said seriously, and Matt nodded. Heres another clip for it, in case you get into a firefight with a couple of soldiers. Keep in mind thoughthis gun cannot penetrate their Kevlar vest, so aim for the head as best as you can. The ammo is 9mm, holds about fifteen shots, sixteen if you have an extra chambered. Matt took the ammo clip and put it in his pocket. Another thing, the man from S.W.A.T. said. Find yourself a pair of shoes for Gods sakesMatt is it? Matt looked surprised, not sure how he knew his name. Yeah, and yours is? Pete Hassel. They shook hands for a couple of seconds, right before he wished him good luck. Matt unlocked the hatch and held it ajar, poking his head outside. Instantly, he was greeted with a slight breeze and darkness. He felt a tap on his calf and looked below, expecting to see Pete. Yeah, Pete. Its a bit too- but stopped. It was the girl they found earlier. She handed him a handheld flashlight. She didnt even smile when Matt expressed his gratitude, but just turned around to lie back down on the bed. He looked at her curiously, not really understanding her. He guessed she was no more than nineteen years old, but seemed to be acting a lot older than she really is. Whatever, Matt mumbled to himself, right before turning the flashlight on and heading on up to the ground. The house was, as Matt guess, almost completely destroyed, with debris and bricks. The other neighboring houses in the cul-de-sac were completely bombed to hell, except for maybe one or two. Matt held the handgun in his right hand, with his left hand holding the flashlight beneath his right hand, balancing the gun. The neighborhood wasnt very large, and the trees surrounding the area were still standing but not very thick, so wading through them was a breeze. The night air chilled Matts bare feet, the sticks in the ground were scraping and cutting them as well. After ten minutes or so, he reached the other side of the woods that surrounded the cul-de-sac. A four-lane road was visible with the moonlight shining, making everything quite visible. Matt turned the flashlight off, and had his eyes adjust to the night. A restaurant that looked no more than a café had boarded up windows and a door with large amounts of wood piled up wood in front of it. Matt looked both ways before crossing the road to the café to make sure there were no cars coming. He reached the café in no time, but the place gave Matt the creeps; it looked more like a haunted house. The place wasnt completely boarded up, Matt guessed, as a dead body was strewn across the wood mound. Small bullet holes were visible through the mans torso, with a loud buzzing of flies filling Matts ears. He guessed the flies were taking care of the body, with laying eggs inside the person, which would hatch into babies to devour the innards and tissue of the poor sap. Matt walked around the body, with his body leaning against the wall, careful to not even touch the body. He reached the glass door and peered inside. It was dark inside, but the chairs and tables being pushed against the windows and dotted chaotically everywhere were visible. Matt pushed against the door with force and it slid open with ease. The bell above the door rattled a bit, startling Matt and triggering him to bring his gun up. He chuckled to himself with how nervous he was and shook his head slowly. He waltzed inside to find himself having to turn the flashlight back on. Then a moan from behind the bar counter filled the room. Matt flipped his flashlight on and turned towards the noise. He instantly knew what was Shit, he whispered to himself, and knew that saying anything was a mistake. The moan ceased instantly, creating an eerie silence inside. The gun shook timidly in matts hands, sweat was dripping off his hands and onto the gun. A head with untidy hair appeared above the bar. Matt turned his flashlight onto and yelped loudly: a man with a large gap for his eye with green mucous coming out of it was shown. The thing hten leapt up over the bar and towards Matt ===================================================== I'm sorry this chapter sucks, but I have to leave in about two minutes to Talli, Florida - kick ass concert tonight! If I have time, I'll fix up on it tommorow night and add much, much more onto it. As said, sorry.  This post has been edited by -=Chris Redfield=- on October 01, 2005 08:52 pm -------------------- (1) I like to beat women. (2) I like to beat babies (3) I like to beat women while beating babies (4). I like to watch women beat their babies...and then I beat the women. |
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| Nikku |
Posted: October 02, 2005 02:19 am
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Mr. Coke Group: Old BB:S Betatesters Posts: 3114 Joined: December 12, 2004 |
awsome story.... (oh yeah my rounds are armor peicing, plz kthanks)
THIS STORY PWNS -------------------- Only when you gick, will you truly fish...
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| Mic2070 |
Posted: October 02, 2005 02:53 am
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 Doom Trooper Group: Old BB:S Betatesters Posts: 1112 Joined: July 29, 2005 |
Oh... so "real" people can't fire 2 guns at a time... are humans too dumb to do 2 things at once ? Do penguins fly ? What is this zombie doing in my room ? The answers to those questions - and much more !- in the next episode of... Tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime Paradox !  Anyway, nice story. --------------------   |
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| Elite viking |
Posted: October 02, 2005 11:12 am
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 Veteran Lord Carnage Group: Old BB:S Betatesters Posts: 2471 Joined: December 16, 2004 |
@Mic:
Wielding things in dual is the most silly invention since the automatic ice cream screwer (It is a weight-based device, that sits in the bottom of your cone, and slowly screws the ice cream upwards after you eat more of it). It's cool, yes, but silly. You really can't hit anything with a pistol if you don't aim properly, and if you wield a heavy handgun things just gets worse. Throw in that you wield them singlehandedly, two at once, and you're not going to hit a barn even if you stood next to it. Max Payne can dual wield deagles in the 2, but then he can't hit anything. I suppose he does it just to terrify his enemies. Perhaps you dual-wield them, but only fire with one of them. Like, you empty your right gun, and while fiddling to reload it you fire with the left one. Then left gun runs out, and you repeat. Edit: I forgot to mention about the story! Very nice work Chris, I love it. This post has been edited by Elite viking on October 02, 2005 11:12 am |
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| Mic2070 |
Posted: October 02, 2005 12:30 pm
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Doom Trooper Group: Old BB:S Betatesters Posts: 1112 Joined: July 29, 2005 |
Yeah, at least the 2nd gun is still here. Chriiiiiis ? but, Can't I just run to the enemies, yell "YEEEEEHAWWWWWWWWWWWWww" and shoot blindly at them ? hehe... -------------------- |
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| Elite viking |
Posted: October 02, 2005 04:18 pm
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Veteran Lord Carnage Group: Old BB:S Betatesters Posts: 2471 Joined: December 16, 2004 |
How about you do like the man in the game Total Overdose, dual wield anything that can and can't be dualwielded. Ex: Pistols, heavy revolvers, sawed-off shotguns, machine pistols, frickin' GRENADE LAUNCHERS....
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| Joker |
Posted: October 02, 2005 10:15 pm
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 Just another Survivor Group: Members Posts: 21 Joined: September 27, 2005 |
"The thing --hten-- leapt up over the bar and towards Matt"
I think you meant *then*. This story made me smile  dont know why though.Don't get my character killed -------------------- Zombies are creatures of multilation
Brain Bread The Joker, arrives. |
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