YUA: Blah! Hi people. I am now officially paranoid. Just saw the Animatrix.
The Machines are after me! GAH! **falls off of chair** Anyway, here's
another chappie! But first, answers to your reviews!
Blizrun: No comment..mwahaha...
Hao: O.o Saywa? I know what you're trying to say with the Spore launcher. You mean the hivearm, right? But...the hell is a shock roach? Or the Shock Trooper? O.o Eh?
jason storm: Waha! Once again, thank you very much!
MikeFS: Mwahaaa! Thanks! Yeah, you're not alone. The military WERE the coolest enemies in the game (next to the gargantuan.)
Is that it?...Yeah, that about covers it. Here we go! **loads up assault rifle**
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Half-Life: Advanced Generation
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"So, Jennifer..."
"What is it?"
"You got any family?" Jack was just trying to create some conversation. The silence was making him very edgy.
"Just my parents." Her face remained emotionless, and she would not tear her head away from looking straight ahead.
"Where you from?"
"Nevada."
"Got a boyfriend?" Oops. Wrong thing to say.
"What is this, twenty questions?!" Her gun was level with the bridge of his nose, and his heart stopped momentarily.
"Knock it off you two. We have more things to worry about than meaningless questions." Chad looked back, an evident look of disdain upon his face.
"Just trying to make some conversation..." Jack shrugged, doing a miserable job at hiding how scared he was. Sweat was running down his face.
"Well, make it with someone else." Jennifer let her gun rest at her side again, but keeping a tight hold on the trigger. Her eyes staying fixed upon Jack's face. Jack thought for a moment, and trotted up to Chad's side, making sure Jennifer couldn't hear him.
"Hey, what's gonna happen when we meet some more of her buddies? I doubt she'll just stand there and let us shoot at them, let alone help us. I don't think we can trust her."
"I don't trust her either. But the humane thing to do is at least give her a chance. If she threatens us in anyway, then that's when we know we can't trust her."
"Excuse me? Something about trust?" Jennifer's smug face was turned in their direction.
"Uh, no, no! Nothing!" Jack resumed his position at the back, scratching his head. Jennifer was in between, so in case anything happened, either Chad or Jack could take her out.
"Hey, Jennifer?"
"What is it now?"
"What kinds of aliens have you seen?"
"I've seen 3 kinds. These white things that have been affectionately dubbed headcrabs, some kinda zombie, and something resembling a three legged cow with a squids head. Anything different for you?"
"We haven't seen the latter, but we did see this one variety...they're brownish in color, and have one extremely large eye. They wear three green bands."
"Sounds friendly." An extremely rare laugh was shared between all three of them. She pulled out a small white box, and took out a cigarette.
"You smoke?"
"You can't be in the Army if you don't know how to sneak in smokes." A grin played across her face.
"Want one?"
"I don't smoke."
"Damn right I want one!" Jack, on the other hand, loved them. He wasn't an addict, far from it actually, but when he was offered one, he would never turn it down. She handed him one, and pulled out a lighter. It sparked before a flame rose. She offered it to Jack first, then used it herself. She put the box and light away. She might as well play them for fools right now, making them believe she was befriending them As soon as her other buddies come by, a bullet to the head in each, and she'll be with another group to boot. Sounds easy enough.
"Ugh! What is that god-awful stench?!" Chad's nose cringed, and Jennifer put on her gas mask. Meanwhile, Jack also tried to breathe through his nose as little as possible. They turned a corner and found the source of the stench.
An incredible battle took place in the Mess hall. Aptly named, it seemed. Bodies of soldiers, aliens, and scientists lay scattered across the floor. Bullet holes riddled the walls, and spent ammunition was everywhere. The smell of death and gunpowder was heavy. A thought crossed Chad's mind, and he ran over to the body of a scientist, ripping off the nametag.
"Godamn! This was the bot team!"
"What'd you need them for?" Jennifer was oblivious to the reasons.
"If they made the bot that handled the test sample, they would've probably best understood what's happening!"
"Well, too bad. Looks like you need to find another way."
"Y'know, YOUR life ALSO hangs in the balance, you smug son of a---"
"Don't get mad at me! I didn't anything!"
"Chad, what's that matter with you? You've gone nuts!"
"I want to get out of here."
"Join the club! But it's no excuse for your childish behavior!"
"So then, where do we go next, huh? Where?!"
"Well, what's more important? Finding out how this all started, or getting out of here alive? I say we put it to a vote! All who want out raise your hand!"
"You're mocking me..."
"Cut it out you two! Neither of you are getting us anywhere! If my opinion counts at all, I say we head to the vehicle garage! Up at the surface! And get the hell out of here!" Silence ensued, and both men were bewildered.
"It's always the women with the good ideas..." Jack shrugged. Jennifer took off running.
"Damn right it is! Now let's go!"
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YUA: Damn, that chappie was short. Aw geez...My other personality is taking over...gah! Noo!
YUA's soft side: Hiya!
Reviewers: What the---? Who the hell are you?
YUA's soft side: YUA's soft side! Y'know at heart, he's a helpless romantic!
Reviewers: O.o
YUA's soft side: He's thinking about something between Jennifer and Jack.
Reviewers: o.O
YUA: NO! BAH!!! **takes control again** Um, ahem. Anyway, I've been tossing around ideas for my own alien. The thing is, If I want to put it in, I want your approval first. Secondly, I would need a visual. I can't draw crap except for manga, so if anyone is a good creative artist who's up for a job, gimme a line at my email! I want your approval because throwing my own alien might throw off the feel of the story. If you don't like the idea, don't be afraid to say so. Remember, I accept flames!
Blizrun: No comment..mwahaha...
Hao: O.o Saywa? I know what you're trying to say with the Spore launcher. You mean the hivearm, right? But...the hell is a shock roach? Or the Shock Trooper? O.o Eh?
jason storm: Waha! Once again, thank you very much!
MikeFS: Mwahaaa! Thanks! Yeah, you're not alone. The military WERE the coolest enemies in the game (next to the gargantuan.)
Is that it?...Yeah, that about covers it. Here we go! **loads up assault rifle**
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Half-Life: Advanced Generation
-
"So, Jennifer..."
"What is it?"
"You got any family?" Jack was just trying to create some conversation. The silence was making him very edgy.
"Just my parents." Her face remained emotionless, and she would not tear her head away from looking straight ahead.
"Where you from?"
"Nevada."
"Got a boyfriend?" Oops. Wrong thing to say.
"What is this, twenty questions?!" Her gun was level with the bridge of his nose, and his heart stopped momentarily.
"Knock it off you two. We have more things to worry about than meaningless questions." Chad looked back, an evident look of disdain upon his face.
"Just trying to make some conversation..." Jack shrugged, doing a miserable job at hiding how scared he was. Sweat was running down his face.
"Well, make it with someone else." Jennifer let her gun rest at her side again, but keeping a tight hold on the trigger. Her eyes staying fixed upon Jack's face. Jack thought for a moment, and trotted up to Chad's side, making sure Jennifer couldn't hear him.
"Hey, what's gonna happen when we meet some more of her buddies? I doubt she'll just stand there and let us shoot at them, let alone help us. I don't think we can trust her."
"I don't trust her either. But the humane thing to do is at least give her a chance. If she threatens us in anyway, then that's when we know we can't trust her."
"Excuse me? Something about trust?" Jennifer's smug face was turned in their direction.
"Uh, no, no! Nothing!" Jack resumed his position at the back, scratching his head. Jennifer was in between, so in case anything happened, either Chad or Jack could take her out.
"Hey, Jennifer?"
"What is it now?"
"What kinds of aliens have you seen?"
"I've seen 3 kinds. These white things that have been affectionately dubbed headcrabs, some kinda zombie, and something resembling a three legged cow with a squids head. Anything different for you?"
"We haven't seen the latter, but we did see this one variety...they're brownish in color, and have one extremely large eye. They wear three green bands."
"Sounds friendly." An extremely rare laugh was shared between all three of them. She pulled out a small white box, and took out a cigarette.
"You smoke?"
"You can't be in the Army if you don't know how to sneak in smokes." A grin played across her face.
"Want one?"
"I don't smoke."
"Damn right I want one!" Jack, on the other hand, loved them. He wasn't an addict, far from it actually, but when he was offered one, he would never turn it down. She handed him one, and pulled out a lighter. It sparked before a flame rose. She offered it to Jack first, then used it herself. She put the box and light away. She might as well play them for fools right now, making them believe she was befriending them As soon as her other buddies come by, a bullet to the head in each, and she'll be with another group to boot. Sounds easy enough.
"Ugh! What is that god-awful stench?!" Chad's nose cringed, and Jennifer put on her gas mask. Meanwhile, Jack also tried to breathe through his nose as little as possible. They turned a corner and found the source of the stench.
An incredible battle took place in the Mess hall. Aptly named, it seemed. Bodies of soldiers, aliens, and scientists lay scattered across the floor. Bullet holes riddled the walls, and spent ammunition was everywhere. The smell of death and gunpowder was heavy. A thought crossed Chad's mind, and he ran over to the body of a scientist, ripping off the nametag.
"Godamn! This was the bot team!"
"What'd you need them for?" Jennifer was oblivious to the reasons.
"If they made the bot that handled the test sample, they would've probably best understood what's happening!"
"Well, too bad. Looks like you need to find another way."
"Y'know, YOUR life ALSO hangs in the balance, you smug son of a---"
"Don't get mad at me! I didn't anything!"
"Chad, what's that matter with you? You've gone nuts!"
"I want to get out of here."
"Join the club! But it's no excuse for your childish behavior!"
"So then, where do we go next, huh? Where?!"
"Well, what's more important? Finding out how this all started, or getting out of here alive? I say we put it to a vote! All who want out raise your hand!"
"You're mocking me..."
"Cut it out you two! Neither of you are getting us anywhere! If my opinion counts at all, I say we head to the vehicle garage! Up at the surface! And get the hell out of here!" Silence ensued, and both men were bewildered.
"It's always the women with the good ideas..." Jack shrugged. Jennifer took off running.
"Damn right it is! Now let's go!"
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YUA: Damn, that chappie was short. Aw geez...My other personality is taking over...gah! Noo!
YUA's soft side: Hiya!
Reviewers: What the---? Who the hell are you?
YUA's soft side: YUA's soft side! Y'know at heart, he's a helpless romantic!
Reviewers: O.o
YUA's soft side: He's thinking about something between Jennifer and Jack.
Reviewers: o.O
YUA: NO! BAH!!! **takes control again** Um, ahem. Anyway, I've been tossing around ideas for my own alien. The thing is, If I want to put it in, I want your approval first. Secondly, I would need a visual. I can't draw crap except for manga, so if anyone is a good creative artist who's up for a job, gimme a line at my email! I want your approval because throwing my own alien might throw off the feel of the story. If you don't like the idea, don't be afraid to say so. Remember, I accept flames!