important: the following story contains many parodies of actual people, places, and things. so if anything in this story seems similar to something in real life, it probably means i did that on purpose.
also important: i realize that everything has a copyright on it, but because of the overwhelming amount of copyrighted things in this story, i'll just say (for now) that if you can guess what the thing in the story related to in real life, know that it is copyrighted by some company which i will give credit to after the story is officially complete.
(jeez, let's just hope i don't get sued for this.)
and now onto the story!
intro
Ugh, I thought to myself, I can't believe this is happening. Where the hell are they?!
Without warning, I heard gunshots and a few explosions.
Damn, I kept thinking, Someone please show up!
My only communication with my team had been destroyed. I stared at the broken headset in disbelief. I found myself hiding in a small corner of the area, a dark gloomy alleyway. Suddenly, I glint of light caught my eye, and to my surprise, it was just what I needed at the time.
I grabbed the shotgun and ran into the light.
"Hey, idiots!" I yelled out loud, "Here's to ya!"
I fired 10 shots as quickly as I could, stopping the troops in their path. Then, it began to get a little too windy.
I looked up, and to my surprise, the Banshee was flying high in the sunset.
Noticing my team, I signaled to them to pick me up. The Banshee slowly landed, but to our horror, it proved to be a terrible mistake.
Our poor ship exploded without warning, and I turned to see an angry team glaring at me. I had no choice, but to surrender.
Unfortunately, while I rose my arms up to give up, they shot at me. Not once.
Not twice.
Not even three times.
They killed me with a headshot and continued shooting my bloodstained body until they were satisfied.
The blood continued rushing down my sweat stained body, oozing and leaving a giant pond of red on the ground.
The rest of my comrades had suffered a better fate, I suppose, dying instantly in an explosion than having to suffer this mockery.
My only thoughts now were getting revenge, not only for myself, but for my fallen allies.
Actually, to tell you the truth, I wasn't too fond of Evolutionary Combat in the first place.
I set down my controller and walked away from the dreaded Macrosoft contraption.
I need a life, I told myself, looking back and sighing.