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| TheTraveler | Sunday, 21. February 2016, 19:48 Post #1 |
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| TheTraveler | Thursday, 4. August 2016, 20:37 Post #421 |
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LAQUAN You continue driving towards the pair of faint lights, before coming upon a horrifying scene. You see an overturned wooden cart, and several corpses, half eaten, their entrails contrasting harshly against the pure white snow. The most horrifying thing, however, was what was producing the light. ![]() A hulking creature stands hunched over in the snow, a fresh corpse held firmly in it's hands as it tears the flesh into bits and consumes the body, little by little, leaving nothing behind but splatters of blood. It's body is completely black except for it's glowing blue eyes, which were evidently giving off the light. It's body seems wavy, almost as if made of mist. It gives off a horrible, terrifying aura. This was probably something you'd best not get mixed up with. It doesn't seem to be paying attention to you right now, but Cayman is huddled back in his seat, hands over his head, terrified. Edited by TheTraveler, Thursday, 4. August 2016, 20:58.
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| Big King | Thursday, 4. August 2016, 21:36 Post #422 |
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"Oh hell yeah. This thing will be an easy kill!" I think to myself. I lean over to Cayman, whispering. "Let's bag this sucker and go back to camp with it's pelt my dude." I climb into the seat of one of the heavy machine guns, and open fire suddenly on the beast. "DIE! DIE! DIE! HA AHA! I'M GOING TO WEAR YOU AS A BOOT! I am king of the world, baby!" Cayman gets into the drivers seat, ready to reverse the vehicle if anything goes wrong, still terrified. This plays loudly from the Wrangler's speakers: https://youtu.be/wD1tjT2Q0Zo?t=16 Edited by Big King, Thursday, 4. August 2016, 21:39.
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| Willard | Friday, 5. August 2016, 18:39 Post #423 |
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Matt looks to Laquan, "Boss, I don't think that tiny peashooter is gonna do the job. Here, take this Laquan Tech Hand Grenade™, and show that thing who's the Big King!" Matt knew that it was a prototype never used in the field before now. "I have to warn you though, it can't be thrown very far due to it's weight, so you have to get close." |
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| TheTraveler | Friday, 5. August 2016, 18:43 Post #424 |
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LAQUAN and MATT Despite unloading an entire magazine of bullets into this horrible shadowbeast, it only seems to peeve it off, as the bullets have almost no effect. It throws what is left of it's meal onto the white snow, splattering the ground with blood and organs. It turns to the wrangler, and makes an ungodly, horrifying screeching noise. It begins it's approach, moving rather quickly. You'd have to act fast to get out of this goof! Or it might be your last! |
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| Big King | Friday, 5. August 2016, 19:01 Post #425 |
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"Hey Cayman, reverse at a reasonable speed. Let's blow this guy!" I use the extra strength provided by my robo arms to chuck the Laquan Tech Hand Grenade™, making sure to remove the pin first. I turn to Matt after throwing it. "What now? D-do I get a toy?" |
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| TheTraveler | Friday, 5. August 2016, 19:54 Post #426 |
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LAQUAN and MATT As you make the horrible mistake of pulling the pin and releasing the lever, the frag grenade detonates instantly. In a single moment, your robotic arms are mangled by the explosion, your face and torso impaled with a hail of shrapnel that embed themselves deep within your flesh, cutting into your internal organs. Matt and Cayman are both harmed by the debris as well, but barely as much as you are. Due to your standing position to fire the machine gun and lob the grenade, you are blasted back onto the cold, frozen ground as the beast continues to approach. Cayman screams and begins flooring it in reverse, off to a slow start due to the little amount of traction from the snow. You are in an immense amount of pain as you struggle to breathe, your vision going blurry, deafened by the grenade's blast at point blank range. All you can hear is the sound of your own heartbeat. All you can see is the hideous creature approaching you, silently. This could truly be the end of Prawn Laquan. Edited by TheTraveler, Friday, 5. August 2016, 20:28.
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| Willard | Friday, 5. August 2016, 20:03 Post #427 |
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Looking now to the dying Prawn Laquan, as he fades into the distance, obsucured by the heavy snowfall. "I'm sorry, Big King. I'll see you in hell." |
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| Big King | Friday, 5. August 2016, 20:13 Post #428 |
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I slam one of my barely functioning robo-arms into the snowy ground, and attempt to stand. "Aw fuck, maybe I shouldn't have just dicked around during the safety briefings trying to figure out how to spell my own name!" I reach for my gold desert eagle, concealed in my pants, and pull it out, shakily aiming it at the beast. "Damn, not here!" I yell. |
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| TheTraveler | Friday, 5. August 2016, 20:38 Post #429 |
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LAQUAN You're barely clinging onto your dear life that is slowly fading away from you. The beast is upon you now, and you feel it's cold breath against your warm, bloody flesh. It stares at you with soulless eyes for only a moment, before opening it's massive jaws, standing on it's hind legs, and grabbing you in one of it's hands, lifting your mangled corpse into the air. The creature growls as the sound reverberates throughout your body. In an instant, it buries it's teeth into your metal arm, tearing it from it's socket, tearing off the recently grafted flesh from your shoulder with a disgusting ripping sound. It does the same with the other, leaving nothing behind but two profusely bleeding stumps. It stares into your soul, without mercy or remorse. It opens it's jaw one last time, ready to clamp down on your neck and tear your head from your torso. Edited by TheTraveler, Friday, 5. August 2016, 20:38.
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| Big King | Friday, 5. August 2016, 20:44 Post #430 |
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As the beast holds me up in the air, I give a confident grin. "You wanna touch it, don't you? Come here big boy, It's time to abort your whole species!" Well, if i'm going to be killed, at least it will look fucking cool! I begin singing the following while turning on the hover shoes on my feet, causing them to hiss loudly as the lithium batteries reach their limit. "La-Qaun La-Qaun, always come out standing tall, all of you can suck my balls! HA HA HA HA HA, bitch." This plays from my phone: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GFlYgtoRPAE |
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