Dead moon; part 3
The deck shook as Zar 'reyes made his way towards the ship-master.
It shook again, and he stumbled a little.
"Ship-master..."
"I know."
"We need to glass that unholy moon immediately!"
"I wish it were so simple."
The humans were almost on board the ship by now.
"Ship-master, how do you think they managed to..."
"To breach all of our defenses? The vermin were desperate and cornered."
"Yet we should have-"
"There was nothing we could do. Reports indicate they seemed to be too angry to die, getting back up relentlessly."
"Ship-master... That moon is unnatural, I tell you. We must glass it immediately!"
"Your opinion was noted. Dismissed."
A hunter crashed through a wall and tore one of his ODSTs to shreds.
Survivor was honestly surprised they had made it so far.
Everyone had sustained at least one major injury but they had still pushed through.
It was unsettling, he could swear that some of the ODSTs should've been dead ten times over by now.
Then again, I'm injured, I must be hallucinating.
He shot two grunts trying to flank the group.
"Sarge, look!!"
An ODST was pointing excitedly at a Covenant Spirit that was stationary on a landing pad.
"Finally."
Survivor yelled to push towards the spirit and the assault shifted around.
A rocket wooshed past him and hit the Hunter directly in the exposed torso, shredding it.
He gave a thumbs up to Weary, who was the one with the launcher.
"Give these aliens the h3ll they desire so badly!"
A hundred shots rang out as they slaughtered the remaining covenant.
"HOORAH!"
Survivor limped up to the open dropship.
He walked inside triumphantly and the 48 remaining ODSTs followed.
"I want at least three volunteers to pilot it!"
Short Stories
Wed Oct 23, 2019 5:36 pm
I’ll try to do something soon. I’m on an idea drought. Good again Survivor11.
Wed Oct 23, 2019 6:13 pm
I think I'll leave Dead Moon there for now, I want to write something else...
The infamous...
In the beginning...
That's how every story starts.
It's impossible not to do that simple step.
Everything has a start.
Even infinity.
Which leads me to how this whole thing started...
Survivor walked up to the council.
"Survivor, builder of tanks, you were beckoned here to respond for your crimes against the created."
Survivor shook his head.
"What crimes?"
"I will now list every offense for which you will be condemned."
Gregor cleared his throat sternly as Nato sat restlessly in his seat alongside Sabree, who was listening to some kind of podcast.
"And I quote:
Disruption of the Megaverse.
Harassment of those who enjoy Destiny.
Harassment of those who enjoy Fallout.
Harassment of those who enjoy anything.
Destruction of private prop-"
"Wait, wait, wait, what destruction of private property?"
"Uh... It says here you caused the rules to be reinforced, thus causing less posts to go through, and we're counting that as sabotage of comics."
"Oh for G0d's sake..."
"Anyhow, I must continue:
Disruption of the Nigelverse.
Making Zarry sad.
Making Zarry sad, again.
Discouraging new users-"
"All I did was roast them a tiny bit. Just a tiny little bit."
"Wrecking a stop motion that was worked extremely hard upon.
Failing to finish your own stop motion-"
"Woah there, you can't hold that against me! That's my own stop motion..."
"STOP INTERRUPTING!"
Joe's hair abruptly turned into a blazing fire.
Gregor turned around to apologise as Joe ran past screaming, knocking him over, and throwing the list into the air.
A spark from Joe ignited it, and Charlie watched in slow motion as it blazed into ash at his feet.
"ARGH. NOT AGAIN!!"
Nato slammed his head into a wall.
"NOT AGAIN!!!"
Sabree took out the earpods he had in his ears.
"Oy, did I miss something mate?"
"THE FRIGGIN' LIST IS GONE. AGAIN!!"
"Oh right, that."
Survivor looked on with a smirk as all trace of his misdeeds disappeared.
Diesel ran in with a bucket of water and threw it, *coigh* I mean *cough*, poured it over Joe's head to extinguish the fire.
"Well, mates, I guess we gotta let him go... Again."
Green had stayed quiet throughout the whole trial, but he spoke now.
"It's not like he'll be back here in a month or two, once we have compiled another list."
Nato seemed to be ready to light himself on fire without Gregor as Survivor casually walked out.
Now, I know what you're thinking, geez, this seems to just be mocking Nato a lot, but you gotta understand, I'm caricaturing everyone here.
"I don't know how you do it."
"Do what?"
"You get out of the trial everytime, whereas others, like Porc, get lynched for half as much."
"Ay, don't worry Arby, they'll get me one day, just not today."
"Hmph. The day they'll get a fox like you will be the day I have no honour left."
"Perhaps. Good day to you."
He whistled as he walked away and a tank driven by Nigel fell onto Arby.
The infamous...
In the beginning...
That's how every story starts.
It's impossible not to do that simple step.
Everything has a start.
Even infinity.
Which leads me to how this whole thing started...
Survivor walked up to the council.
"Survivor, builder of tanks, you were beckoned here to respond for your crimes against the created."
Survivor shook his head.
"What crimes?"
"I will now list every offense for which you will be condemned."
Gregor cleared his throat sternly as Nato sat restlessly in his seat alongside Sabree, who was listening to some kind of podcast.
"And I quote:
Disruption of the Megaverse.
Harassment of those who enjoy Destiny.
Harassment of those who enjoy Fallout.
Harassment of those who enjoy anything.
Destruction of private prop-"
"Wait, wait, wait, what destruction of private property?"
"Uh... It says here you caused the rules to be reinforced, thus causing less posts to go through, and we're counting that as sabotage of comics."
"Oh for G0d's sake..."
"Anyhow, I must continue:
Disruption of the Nigelverse.
Making Zarry sad.
Making Zarry sad, again.
Discouraging new users-"
"All I did was roast them a tiny bit. Just a tiny little bit."
"Wrecking a stop motion that was worked extremely hard upon.
Failing to finish your own stop motion-"
"Woah there, you can't hold that against me! That's my own stop motion..."
"STOP INTERRUPTING!"
Joe's hair abruptly turned into a blazing fire.
Gregor turned around to apologise as Joe ran past screaming, knocking him over, and throwing the list into the air.
A spark from Joe ignited it, and Charlie watched in slow motion as it blazed into ash at his feet.
"ARGH. NOT AGAIN!!"
Nato slammed his head into a wall.
"NOT AGAIN!!!"
Sabree took out the earpods he had in his ears.
"Oy, did I miss something mate?"
"THE FRIGGIN' LIST IS GONE. AGAIN!!"
"Oh right, that."
Survivor looked on with a smirk as all trace of his misdeeds disappeared.
Diesel ran in with a bucket of water and threw it, *coigh* I mean *cough*, poured it over Joe's head to extinguish the fire.
"Well, mates, I guess we gotta let him go... Again."
Green had stayed quiet throughout the whole trial, but he spoke now.
"It's not like he'll be back here in a month or two, once we have compiled another list."
Nato seemed to be ready to light himself on fire without Gregor as Survivor casually walked out.
Now, I know what you're thinking, geez, this seems to just be mocking Nato a lot, but you gotta understand, I'm caricaturing everyone here.
"I don't know how you do it."
"Do what?"
"You get out of the trial everytime, whereas others, like Porc, get lynched for half as much."
"Ay, don't worry Arby, they'll get me one day, just not today."
"Hmph. The day they'll get a fox like you will be the day I have no honour left."
"Perhaps. Good day to you."
He whistled as he walked away and a tank driven by Nigel fell onto Arby.
Wed Oct 23, 2019 8:06 pm
#SurvivorRoastsHimselfFor5Paragraphs
I was waiting for my involvement. Was not disappointed.
I was waiting for my involvement. Was not disappointed.
Thu Oct 24, 2019 3:23 am
I did say it was just me hyperboling and caricaturing everyone.nigelninja11 wrote: ↑Wed Oct 23, 2019 8:06 pm#SurvivorRoastsHimselfFor5Paragraphs
I was waiting for my involvement. Was not disappointed.
Thu Oct 24, 2019 9:18 am
Yup. It was A+ work.Survivor11 wrote: ↑Thu Oct 24, 2019 3:23 amI did say it was just me hyperboling and caricaturing everyone.nigelninja11 wrote: ↑Wed Oct 23, 2019 8:06 pm#SurvivorRoastsHimselfFor5Paragraphs
I was waiting for my involvement. Was not disappointed.
Thu Oct 24, 2019 12:40 pm
Nightmare Island
Day 1: Thank goodness I found my journal. It might just be what keeps me sane out here. I have washed up on the rocky shore of a deserted island. My body is covered in cuts from those jagged stones! I have a minuscule amount of food and water, but I’m hoping the jungle will have food for me tomorrow. It’s pitch black in there, so I will stay on the beach for tonight.
Night 1: Gah! The fog has gotten so thick here I can’t see two feet in front of me! I’ve gathered enough wood to make a fire, but all that does is cast sickening shadows on the shore. This place has a terrible vibe. I hate it here already.
Day 2: It was freezing last night! I could feel the icicles hanging off my face! Could it get worse? Yes, the berries in the forest are bitter, stark white bones litter the beach, and the forest smells of death. I feel as though something is watching me. I’m convinced the island was created to suck the hope out of its victims.
Night 2: I sharpened a stick against one of those infernal crags. I still feel an unsettling presence. The fog has become increasingly thick tonight, but the air has warmed. After walking about, I discovered that the beach is walled in by cliffs, so the forest is my only option for shelter. Loneliness and desperation continue to grip me. This island is cursed.
Just something i made for writing class.
Day 1: Thank goodness I found my journal. It might just be what keeps me sane out here. I have washed up on the rocky shore of a deserted island. My body is covered in cuts from those jagged stones! I have a minuscule amount of food and water, but I’m hoping the jungle will have food for me tomorrow. It’s pitch black in there, so I will stay on the beach for tonight.
Night 1: Gah! The fog has gotten so thick here I can’t see two feet in front of me! I’ve gathered enough wood to make a fire, but all that does is cast sickening shadows on the shore. This place has a terrible vibe. I hate it here already.
Day 2: It was freezing last night! I could feel the icicles hanging off my face! Could it get worse? Yes, the berries in the forest are bitter, stark white bones litter the beach, and the forest smells of death. I feel as though something is watching me. I’m convinced the island was created to suck the hope out of its victims.
Night 2: I sharpened a stick against one of those infernal crags. I still feel an unsettling presence. The fog has become increasingly thick tonight, but the air has warmed. After walking about, I discovered that the beach is walled in by cliffs, so the forest is my only option for shelter. Loneliness and desperation continue to grip me. This island is cursed.
Just something i made for writing class.
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