A/N: This is not about people PLAYING Gmod, it is meant to be of them actually in the world of Garry's Mod.
"Shiiiiiiiiit! I'm going down! Help!"
"Shadow, rocket on your tail!"
"Dammit, we just lost Silver!"
"Entrance two is blocked, I repeat, entrance two is blocked by rubble!"
I tuned most of this out. We were in the middle of a large deathmatch on the gm flatgrass map, and my side was losing. I was in the control room with four of my other team members, and we were fighting from there. I was at the control panel, opening doors, giving orders, setting off dynamite and turrets, CRC was up in the roof shooting out of the custom built firing port, Eonix was keeping an eye on the battle through thirty cameras and Zoh was getting ready to head for his foxhole.
It had started off with thirty vs thirty, but had soon declined to twenty vs ten, us with the ten. We soon dropped to seven, and they still had twenty. Our base was larger than theirs, in fact, ours was massive. There were three separate sections, all joined by a network of tunnels, some of which had holes to shoot from or were transparent. There were four entrances, two with doors and the other two ending in foxholes from which we could shoot relatively safely. The main control base was the best defended, with two sets of walls, each about two meters apart as explosions could pass through walls.
"Aircraft coming in fast!" yelled another team member, out in the foxhole. "I-ahhh!"
Shit. Six left.
"All remaining personal, return to main command center one!" I called over the radio. One of them, Jimmy, made it. The other died. Five people remained.
"OK, guys, things look bleak." A large crash came from the outside wall. "We are all going to have to fly. On the command, each go your separate ways, and take an escape pod. Meet up at the edge of the map. OK...Jimmy, route one, go to command post two and erase the wall. Go! Zoh, looks like you're going to your foxhole after all."
"But there is no escape route there!" he protested,
"Spawn a dumpster when you get there and escape under that. CRC, take the Jalopy from Command Post Two. Eonix, looks like you're taking the rocket."
"Night Fox, what about you?" he asked,
"Don't worry, I have a plan. But before you two leave, we're gonna take a few of these bastards down."
CRC went up to the firing port, Eonix spawned dynamite and I began powering up all weapons systems.
A massive thump. The other team had just suppressed our outer wall.
"F**k!" yelled CRC, "I didn't know they could do that!"
"It'll take some time to power up again. CRC, see if you can take down the guy operating it."
I switched on my radio. "Zoh, Jimmy, you guy's OK?"
"I'm under the dumpster. Oh shit, they saw me. Rocket coming!" *explosion* "Ah!!! Fire!!! F**k, f**k, f**k-" he went silent.
"Shit, we just lost Zoh. Jimmy, you OK?"
"Fine. I blocked the tunnel."
It may not have been the time, but I spawned a drink and took a sip. I then began placing explosive barrels in the place I guessed the other team would suppress next. The suppressor began to heat up.
"Shit! OK...wait..." The wall disappeared. "GO!"
I set off all the weapons and blew up the explosive barrels, Eonix set off his dynamite and CRC slid down from the firing port and we all took our separate tunnels as the enemies began to pour into our base. As I ran for my escape route, I firing a few bullets and an energy ball from my AR2. I got near the door at the end of my tunnel, opened it, passed through, then closed it. The enemies got stuck out there. I knew it wouldn't be long before they found a way through. I was now in a small room with several panes of one way glass and a badly built aircraft. Through the glass I saw a massive rocket launch, a seat trailing at the back. Looking through the other side I saw a Jalopy driving away and Jimmy running. Jumping into the aircraft (a seat, two doors, and thrusters), I opened the other door. Suddenly, I realized I had never test driven this craft.
"A bit late for that now, Fox." I muttered to myself, setting off the thrusters.
The craft shot out of the room, skidded across the ground for a few seconds and then floated into the air. It was zooming along too fast and also flipped upside down. I couldn't turn it and it zigzagged all over the place. I had no clue where I was, the landscape was moving too fast for me to make out any bases.
After about a minute I said to myself, "Ah, shit, this is ridiculous." And I jumped out.
Lucky for me, the plane (if you could call it a plane) was relatively near the ground at that point and I didn't fall too far. However, I still crumpled as I hit the ground and was defenseless for a few minutes. Finally I picked myself up and managed to limp to the edge of the map where the rest of the survivors were arriving. All of us, except Zoh, had made it. Even so, there was still only four of us against sixteen of the enemies.
"OK, guys, we aren't going to stay here long. We are going to storm their base. But for now we need a few defenses so we can recover. I don't think they know we are here yet. Set up a small room from which we can defend."
"Storm their base?! Are you crazy?!" CRC exploded.
"The best defense is a good offense." I replied. "Besides, if we want to win this, we will have to sometime."
We began to build the base, if you could call our small hunk of metal a base. Just as we were finishing, the other team noticed us and began moving toward our new location. No one noticed, until I saw a red dot at the feet of Eonix.
"Eonix! Look out!" I yelled at him. He had no time to do anything, and so, just in time, I grabbed a dumpster with my physics gun and pulled it in the path of the rocket. It intercepted the rocket, saving Eonix's life.
"They've found us!" yelled Jimmy, even though we all already knew that and were running into our half finished base. I pressed a button on my arm and the door closed. When we were all in place for the coming attack, I scrolled through the icons on my arm until I found the cans of soda. I spawned a few and tossed them to everyone. Rockets began to hit our base, but we had layered enough and they didn't reach us. Their suppression device wouldn't work, either, as we had layered twelve walls, so it would take them too long. Then, completely unexpectedly, a grenade came through the firing port, from which CRC was...well...firing. It didn't click like regular grenades, instead released gas. Before I had time to do anything, I blacked out.
When I came to, I was in a small, bare room with the others. They were all also waking.
"Uh...what happened?" I grunted to the others.
"I assume this is their base." said Jimmy, the most conscious out of us.
"Why...why didn't they kill us?" I asked him.
"No clue. But it doesn't look like we're gonna escape; they took our weapons and have wired a spawn blocker. What do we do?"
"Kill command?" suggested CRC, also coming to.
"No." I said. "If you ask me, there's no happiness in death. No peace either. I'm getting out of here alive." CRC's finger hovered over the kill button on his arm, then decided against it.
At that moment a wall slid away and one of the other team came in, brandishing a AR2.
"I-" he began. I tackled him. He fell to the ground, I grabbed his AR2 and began beating him with it. He managed to draw his magnum, but Eonix got that and shot him before he could pull out another. Jimmy and CRC took his other weapons. The door was still open, so we ran out and tried to find enemies to kill. We took down four without sustaining any major damage (11 left, as we had killed the other guy). It was when we were assaulted by seven people at once that we lost Jimmy, and CRC was badly injured. He was killed before we killed the rest of that platoon. Eonix and I finished the rest, and went to find the remaining four.
"Looks like we could win this, Fox." Eonix said to me. That was when he was hit full on by a rocket. I don't know why they were firing rockets in their own base, but they did. Eonix survived, but only just. I ran in front of him and he crawled behind a corner to recover. I began firing wildly, but it was four on one, and they had more ammunition then me. I ran out after killing one, and tried to run, but was hit by five rounds in the back of my head. I fell to the ground and cursed before dieing.
Now I became a speculator, unseen by any except my fellow speculators. Eonix was still alive, but I didn't care. I angrily slammed the "Home" button on my arm, and was immediately transported home.