Chapter 1
"Hello, ladies and gentle men! We have a real hot match cooked up for you today. Who do we have here John? Care to introduce them?"
"With pleasure Erik. We have on the blue team, General Malcolm! Whoa, look at him go, so cool, so classy with his dark glasses. Yes ladies and gentlemen, he is indeed the most skilled fighters of the Arena! Four time running champion indeed. A veteran of the tournament, Malcolm shows the world how its played!"
"Yes John! That's true. Look at the ladies going wild over him. Ha ha. What I would do to be in his shoes. Let's read out his stats shall we? Let's see. General Malcolm! Favourite weapon, the Link Gun. Real nasty one there, the link gun is favoured its rapid fire capabilities, firing plasma bolts quickly to fry the enemy! Lets have a look at his opponent for today shall we-WHOA! Did you see that!?"
"Good lord! I sure did Erik. Presenting, Gorge! With his gene boosted strength and heavy power armor, he sure packs a punch! That pillar nearly broke from his punch!"
"A little off his rocker if you ask me."
"Well I didn't ask you Erik. Gorge has been genetically bred for battle. Raised in a penal colony of misfits, it takes one kind of man to survive the violence, and quite another to revel in it. Gorge has taken into the tournaments like fish into water. Our ex arena champion, he will now duel with Malcolm for the qualifying round! Gorge's favourite weapon is the tri-barrel rocket launcher. A real bang for your buck!"
"Yes John, and this tournament promises to be as explosive as ever. Although even if one of them loses, they will still qualify for the tournament anyway because of their high score. However by the looks of things, it seems that each of them is taking this match quite seriously. God, look at Gorge's muscles!"
"Bet he could toss you across the room without breaking a sweat. For those who are new to this tournament, let me give a quick outline of the match. Today's battle is a death match, where each player will try to kill each other with the weapons scattered across the chosen arena. They will be teleported there randomly, and when killed or fragged, they'll be resurrected there instantly to continue. The game ends when either of the player reaches the score of ten kills first."
"Shut up John, Malcolm is choosing the map. Could it be? Yes! He's chosen the dungeons! They're fighting in the Karlar Dungeons ladies and gentlemen. Yes, here comes the teleporters, and.....THEY'RE OFF!"
As always, Malcolm felt a bit disoriented when he first warped into the dungeons, but that feeling soon passed. He smiled to himself. Gorge would be furious of his choice of the arena. Gorge was a hot headed one. He favoured quick decisive strikes and aggressive tactics. The dungeons were dark and gloomy and had many alcoves to hide in. Gorge wanted it to end quickly. Malcolm would take his time.
Looking to his right, Malcolm spotted an AMSD sitting on top a few crates. Quickly, he jumped and grabbed it, together with some ammunition. The AMSD, or shock rifle, was not one Malcolm's favourite weapon, but it'll do for now. Weapon in hand, Malcolm raced down one deserted dungeon corridor into the next. He knew this place like the back of his hand. Malcolm grinned. Gorge would never know what hit him.
Malcolm stopped at the end of the corridor. He knew that this one would lead into an open room, except for some huge crates, roughly twenty by twenty meters. In the middle would be a Link Gun waiting to be claimed. Then another corridor and another room, same except it held the dreaded Flechette Cannon, or the Flak Cannon as it was more commonly called. It fired dozens of tiny Flechette shards every shot, and it was banned in some colonies for its needless collateral damage. And from experience, Malcolm knew it was very, very painful.
Slowly, Malcolm stepped into the room, AMSD raised just in case Gorge was waiting for him behind one of the crates. And Malcolm was right, Gorge was waiting for him, but not where Malcolm was expecting.
Gorge had leaned against the wall at the entrance from where Malcolm came in, so Malcolm did not see him until it was too late. Gorge slammed into him with all the power of a speeding truck. Malcolm was thrown forward and slammed into the crates. The AMSD flew from his hand. Malcolm heard his opponents almost bull like bellow. "Gorge kill Malcolm!" And then the bullets tore Malcolm apart.
respawn the announcer's could be heard screaming First Blood!
Malcolm respawned, and he quickly took his bearings. This time he was in the opposite corridor entering the same room which he was killed. Malcolm decided not to find another weapon but instead charged in with his Assault Rifle. True, it would take a while for the 5.56mm bullets to get through Gorge's thick armor that he wore, but Malcolm figured that he had the advantage of surprise.
Entering the room, Malcolm found himself staring down the bore of the dreaded Flak Cannon, with Gorge at the other end. "Die bitch!" Gorge squeezed the trigger. Ouch.
respawn
This time, Malcolm was pissed. He had been caught off guard twice. Not anymore. He looked around and found a tri-barrel Rocket Launcher. How convenient, Malcolm thought. Let's see if you like this weapon anymore after today Gorge! Malcolm picked up the launcher and loaded it. He realized he was on the second level of the dungeons. If he was right, the room on his right would be exactly the room above where Gorge was! And if Malcolm remembered correctly, there was a hole in the ground meaning Malcolm would be able to shoot at Gorge from up here!
Malcolm hurried into the next room. And sure enough, there was the hole, and looking down, Malcolm found Gorge hiding behind a crate, waiting with his Flechette Cannon. Not that it mattered. Malcolm was above him, and had a clear shot at Gorge.
Chuckling silently, Malcolm hot loaded three rockets into the rocket launcher's tube and took aim at Gorge's head. "Hey stupid! Up here!" Malcolm yelled.
Gorge looked up with a loud "huh??" The rockets slammed into him and exploded, and Gorge was torn into confetti. Malcolm heard Gorge respawn behind him and whirled around, dodging to the left as he did so. Gorge's Assault Rifle filled the air where Malcolm was with bullets.
Malcolm's first rocket slammed at the wall at Gorge's right, the shock wave throwing Gorge aside. The second rocket landed at his feet, and again Gorge was thrown up this time. The third rocket landed right on target while Gorge was still in the air. Gorge disappeared waist up.
Laughing now, Malcolm jumped down the hole in the ground and landed solidly on his legs on the level below. Quickly, he discarded the Rocket Launcher in favor of his Link Gun. "Got you, my beauty." He said as he loaded in a Link cartridge. As he was doing so, Gorge jumped into the room from the corridor, AMSD in hand. Malcolm panicked as he raised the Link Gun to fire. It did not. The cartridge was not loaded properly. Gorge laughed and opened fire. The blue beam tore off Malcolm's head, and his body crumpled to the ground.
"Right between the eye." Gorge laughed gruffly. And the match went on...
"Hello, ladies and gentle men! We have a real hot match cooked up for you today. Who do we have here John? Care to introduce them?"
"With pleasure Erik. We have on the blue team, General Malcolm! Whoa, look at him go, so cool, so classy with his dark glasses. Yes ladies and gentlemen, he is indeed the most skilled fighters of the Arena! Four time running champion indeed. A veteran of the tournament, Malcolm shows the world how its played!"
"Yes John! That's true. Look at the ladies going wild over him. Ha ha. What I would do to be in his shoes. Let's read out his stats shall we? Let's see. General Malcolm! Favourite weapon, the Link Gun. Real nasty one there, the link gun is favoured its rapid fire capabilities, firing plasma bolts quickly to fry the enemy! Lets have a look at his opponent for today shall we-WHOA! Did you see that!?"
"Good lord! I sure did Erik. Presenting, Gorge! With his gene boosted strength and heavy power armor, he sure packs a punch! That pillar nearly broke from his punch!"
"A little off his rocker if you ask me."
"Well I didn't ask you Erik. Gorge has been genetically bred for battle. Raised in a penal colony of misfits, it takes one kind of man to survive the violence, and quite another to revel in it. Gorge has taken into the tournaments like fish into water. Our ex arena champion, he will now duel with Malcolm for the qualifying round! Gorge's favourite weapon is the tri-barrel rocket launcher. A real bang for your buck!"
"Yes John, and this tournament promises to be as explosive as ever. Although even if one of them loses, they will still qualify for the tournament anyway because of their high score. However by the looks of things, it seems that each of them is taking this match quite seriously. God, look at Gorge's muscles!"
"Bet he could toss you across the room without breaking a sweat. For those who are new to this tournament, let me give a quick outline of the match. Today's battle is a death match, where each player will try to kill each other with the weapons scattered across the chosen arena. They will be teleported there randomly, and when killed or fragged, they'll be resurrected there instantly to continue. The game ends when either of the player reaches the score of ten kills first."
"Shut up John, Malcolm is choosing the map. Could it be? Yes! He's chosen the dungeons! They're fighting in the Karlar Dungeons ladies and gentlemen. Yes, here comes the teleporters, and.....THEY'RE OFF!"
As always, Malcolm felt a bit disoriented when he first warped into the dungeons, but that feeling soon passed. He smiled to himself. Gorge would be furious of his choice of the arena. Gorge was a hot headed one. He favoured quick decisive strikes and aggressive tactics. The dungeons were dark and gloomy and had many alcoves to hide in. Gorge wanted it to end quickly. Malcolm would take his time.
Looking to his right, Malcolm spotted an AMSD sitting on top a few crates. Quickly, he jumped and grabbed it, together with some ammunition. The AMSD, or shock rifle, was not one Malcolm's favourite weapon, but it'll do for now. Weapon in hand, Malcolm raced down one deserted dungeon corridor into the next. He knew this place like the back of his hand. Malcolm grinned. Gorge would never know what hit him.
Malcolm stopped at the end of the corridor. He knew that this one would lead into an open room, except for some huge crates, roughly twenty by twenty meters. In the middle would be a Link Gun waiting to be claimed. Then another corridor and another room, same except it held the dreaded Flechette Cannon, or the Flak Cannon as it was more commonly called. It fired dozens of tiny Flechette shards every shot, and it was banned in some colonies for its needless collateral damage. And from experience, Malcolm knew it was very, very painful.
Slowly, Malcolm stepped into the room, AMSD raised just in case Gorge was waiting for him behind one of the crates. And Malcolm was right, Gorge was waiting for him, but not where Malcolm was expecting.
Gorge had leaned against the wall at the entrance from where Malcolm came in, so Malcolm did not see him until it was too late. Gorge slammed into him with all the power of a speeding truck. Malcolm was thrown forward and slammed into the crates. The AMSD flew from his hand. Malcolm heard his opponents almost bull like bellow. "Gorge kill Malcolm!" And then the bullets tore Malcolm apart.
respawn the announcer's could be heard screaming First Blood!
Malcolm respawned, and he quickly took his bearings. This time he was in the opposite corridor entering the same room which he was killed. Malcolm decided not to find another weapon but instead charged in with his Assault Rifle. True, it would take a while for the 5.56mm bullets to get through Gorge's thick armor that he wore, but Malcolm figured that he had the advantage of surprise.
Entering the room, Malcolm found himself staring down the bore of the dreaded Flak Cannon, with Gorge at the other end. "Die bitch!" Gorge squeezed the trigger. Ouch.
respawn
This time, Malcolm was pissed. He had been caught off guard twice. Not anymore. He looked around and found a tri-barrel Rocket Launcher. How convenient, Malcolm thought. Let's see if you like this weapon anymore after today Gorge! Malcolm picked up the launcher and loaded it. He realized he was on the second level of the dungeons. If he was right, the room on his right would be exactly the room above where Gorge was! And if Malcolm remembered correctly, there was a hole in the ground meaning Malcolm would be able to shoot at Gorge from up here!
Malcolm hurried into the next room. And sure enough, there was the hole, and looking down, Malcolm found Gorge hiding behind a crate, waiting with his Flechette Cannon. Not that it mattered. Malcolm was above him, and had a clear shot at Gorge.
Chuckling silently, Malcolm hot loaded three rockets into the rocket launcher's tube and took aim at Gorge's head. "Hey stupid! Up here!" Malcolm yelled.
Gorge looked up with a loud "huh??" The rockets slammed into him and exploded, and Gorge was torn into confetti. Malcolm heard Gorge respawn behind him and whirled around, dodging to the left as he did so. Gorge's Assault Rifle filled the air where Malcolm was with bullets.
Malcolm's first rocket slammed at the wall at Gorge's right, the shock wave throwing Gorge aside. The second rocket landed at his feet, and again Gorge was thrown up this time. The third rocket landed right on target while Gorge was still in the air. Gorge disappeared waist up.
Laughing now, Malcolm jumped down the hole in the ground and landed solidly on his legs on the level below. Quickly, he discarded the Rocket Launcher in favor of his Link Gun. "Got you, my beauty." He said as he loaded in a Link cartridge. As he was doing so, Gorge jumped into the room from the corridor, AMSD in hand. Malcolm panicked as he raised the Link Gun to fire. It did not. The cartridge was not loaded properly. Gorge laughed and opened fire. The blue beam tore off Malcolm's head, and his body crumpled to the ground.
"Right between the eye." Gorge laughed gruffly. And the match went on...
