Chapter 1-Insanity Pills
Gunshots filled the air as the man crouched behind barrels and crates, manoeuvring his way around the mess of a battle. Stopping to catch his breath, he looked back the way he had come to see his somewhat haphazard crew, and gave a sigh. Again? Fighting again? Was he the only one in the group that could concentrate on the task at hand? Tearing his eyes away from the squabbling crew, he turned his eyes back to the Terras in front of him. Flipping down his steam punk goggles he shouted "MOVE OUT" before simultaneously running and shooting at the ugly purple-grey heads poking out from various obstacles and blowing their brains out. My gosh it felt good to do this, he mused as he heard screeches from in front and realisation from behind. You know, considering how unbelievably stupid the Terraflax were there sure happened to be an awful lot of them. It was a wonder how they managed to get to our planet in the first place.
"Hey man, don't hog all the good ones!" came a shout from behind. Smiling, the man replied
"You should have been paying attention then"
"Not my fault you were off your insanity pills for once"
"They're not insanity pills, they're creativity pills"
Besides, it was good to lay off them in a while. Being completely insane and running in like a berserker was fun and all, but on occasion he liked to settle down, take things the sane way, it held more thrill and adrenaline for him. Of course, it also held more pain, he thought as a bullet grazed past his shoulder. Wincing slightly at the pain he pushed his spiky blonde hair out of his face and raised himself up to shoot the bastard back
"BOOM, HEADSHOT!" He shouted as the Terra's brains exploded everywhere, shooting brains and guff from the place where his dear noggin once stood.
"Nice one Fluke!" shouted the tallest of the colleagues
"Nice? I could do that!" retaliated glasses man
"Bet you a cookie I could get more kills than you!" replied Fluke
"Deal!"
Silly Rage, he thought, Flukiepoo could beat him on a pill day, how was he to compete on a sane day? Fluke mused at his friend's audacity to challenge him. Fluke switched out weapons to a lavishly decorated rifle with a homemade scope attached to it. Looking through it, he shot down enemies on by one shouting back to Rage as he hit every target
"One headshot, two headshot, three headshot-how many you got Rage?"
"you know what, fuck you man, fuck you!"
"I'll take that as an 'I surrender Fluke, I'm sorry I ever overestimated my skills, you are a beautiful chummy walrus"
Yes, he'd decided it. He would stay sane until tomorrow. Enough time to live that thrill.
