Oblivion arrived at the Stalwart facility at 1:30 in the morning EST on Earth.. The other participants, whom I found out to be Calameth, a big fat meanie, and Kryss, a Necris chick, were already there. The pilot and co-pilot of Oblivion went and set up, giving me and the others a few more minutes rest before being launched into battle. They then figured that, since everyone was there, that we would start right away. Groggy and reluctantly, I took my Enforcer and respawning device from the pilot.
I got that weird feeling in my stomach again.
I found myself to be in a rusted storage bay, there were dark brown crates everywhere and there was a large door infront of me, and there were windows in the wall beside. There were these little cone-thingys on the ground, made out of rubber, I found out. I looked through the windows and I saw an old-fashioned car, retrofitted with xenon gas burning engies on the underbelly of it, I assume. I noticed some red storage things behind the car, and they had drawers in them.
Someone grazed my back with a Flak Cannon.
I turned to see who it was, finding out that it was Kryss. I held out my Enforcer and pulled the trigger, but she killed me with a better-aimed burst of flak the milisecond before.
Kryss was mine.
I respawned in a room with more crates and storage crap. I quickly found a Shock Rifle nearby, and picked it up. I walked slowly down a hallway, making sure no one could hear my footsteps. I heard Kryss's death scream in the distance and slowly made my way there. I found the Flak Cannon on the way, so I picked it up and used that. I turned a corner and I was face-to-face with Calameth.
I let out a flak burst in his chest before he could get a shot off.
"You suck!" I yelled at his motionless former self.
I searched around for a little, fragging Kryss and Calameth left and right. I finally found the area I had entered the match in, and there was a gun beside the rubber cone things I hadn't noticed before.
It was beautiful.
I picked it up and some green plasma packs to go with it.It had a nozzle like a machinegun, but when I fired it it would let out small bursts of plasma. I found an alternate trigger and pulled it, noting the green beam it emitted when doing so. I decided to call it the Plasma Rifle.
I held out my new weapon, and fragged Kryss, who had just turned a corner.
"Die!" I shouted.
Hearing my yell, Calameth found my location and tried to kill me with his Enforcer, but failed miserably. "And stay down!" was my response.
This is easier than I had previously thought.
When I had 14 frags, Kryss had 14 frags, and Calameth had barely 5, Kryss decided that she and I used had-to-hand combat to decide the winner. The reason why I use the word "decided" is because I really had no choice in the matter.
"Bring it on!" She said while throwing her weapon down.
I got my fists up, ready to duke it out with her, but she tripped me onto the ground. She grinned mischeviously down at me as she put her foot on my neck.
For a moment I gave up.
Regardless of the pain I felt, I grabbed her other foot and made her lose her balance long enough so I could get up. I let out a few snap kicks to the stomach. She caught my foot on the third. I then used my other foot to kick her in the face. I landed with a thud. She landed with a broken nose.
I got up and waited for her to stand.
She got up and threw a few punches to my stomach. I tightened my muscles in my stomach so I felt nothing. I high-kicked her in the face. She returned with a few potshots to my shins. It hurt like hell. I then grabbed onto her shoulder pads and flipped over her head. I kicked her in the center of her spine. She fell flat on her face. She got up quickly.
She ran torwards some medkits.
I caught up with her, then lept forward and grabbed onto her right foot. She fell flat on her face. She quickly turned over so she was lying on her back. I lept to my feet and put my foot on her neck, pressing down hard. She tried to trip me like I had done her in the same situation only a few minutes earlier, but failed. She eventually went limp.
"Medic!" I shouted. Calameth came running, and so did the pilot and co-pilot. We knelt down and stared at her body. I was the first to notice that her respawning device wasn't on her shoulder.
"Right here," Kryss said groggily. She glared at me for a moment, then let the pilot look at her device, which had malfunctioned while she and I were fighting. She had huge cuts in her arms.
* * * * *
Later on, when we were leaving, Kryss passed me while boarding her ship. I heard her mutter, "I was supposed to win."
Fractal, here I come!
I got that weird feeling in my stomach again.
I found myself to be in a rusted storage bay, there were dark brown crates everywhere and there was a large door infront of me, and there were windows in the wall beside. There were these little cone-thingys on the ground, made out of rubber, I found out. I looked through the windows and I saw an old-fashioned car, retrofitted with xenon gas burning engies on the underbelly of it, I assume. I noticed some red storage things behind the car, and they had drawers in them.
Someone grazed my back with a Flak Cannon.
I turned to see who it was, finding out that it was Kryss. I held out my Enforcer and pulled the trigger, but she killed me with a better-aimed burst of flak the milisecond before.
Kryss was mine.
I respawned in a room with more crates and storage crap. I quickly found a Shock Rifle nearby, and picked it up. I walked slowly down a hallway, making sure no one could hear my footsteps. I heard Kryss's death scream in the distance and slowly made my way there. I found the Flak Cannon on the way, so I picked it up and used that. I turned a corner and I was face-to-face with Calameth.
I let out a flak burst in his chest before he could get a shot off.
"You suck!" I yelled at his motionless former self.
I searched around for a little, fragging Kryss and Calameth left and right. I finally found the area I had entered the match in, and there was a gun beside the rubber cone things I hadn't noticed before.
It was beautiful.
I picked it up and some green plasma packs to go with it.It had a nozzle like a machinegun, but when I fired it it would let out small bursts of plasma. I found an alternate trigger and pulled it, noting the green beam it emitted when doing so. I decided to call it the Plasma Rifle.
I held out my new weapon, and fragged Kryss, who had just turned a corner.
"Die!" I shouted.
Hearing my yell, Calameth found my location and tried to kill me with his Enforcer, but failed miserably. "And stay down!" was my response.
This is easier than I had previously thought.
When I had 14 frags, Kryss had 14 frags, and Calameth had barely 5, Kryss decided that she and I used had-to-hand combat to decide the winner. The reason why I use the word "decided" is because I really had no choice in the matter.
"Bring it on!" She said while throwing her weapon down.
I got my fists up, ready to duke it out with her, but she tripped me onto the ground. She grinned mischeviously down at me as she put her foot on my neck.
For a moment I gave up.
Regardless of the pain I felt, I grabbed her other foot and made her lose her balance long enough so I could get up. I let out a few snap kicks to the stomach. She caught my foot on the third. I then used my other foot to kick her in the face. I landed with a thud. She landed with a broken nose.
I got up and waited for her to stand.
She got up and threw a few punches to my stomach. I tightened my muscles in my stomach so I felt nothing. I high-kicked her in the face. She returned with a few potshots to my shins. It hurt like hell. I then grabbed onto her shoulder pads and flipped over her head. I kicked her in the center of her spine. She fell flat on her face. She got up quickly.
She ran torwards some medkits.
I caught up with her, then lept forward and grabbed onto her right foot. She fell flat on her face. She quickly turned over so she was lying on her back. I lept to my feet and put my foot on her neck, pressing down hard. She tried to trip me like I had done her in the same situation only a few minutes earlier, but failed. She eventually went limp.
"Medic!" I shouted. Calameth came running, and so did the pilot and co-pilot. We knelt down and stared at her body. I was the first to notice that her respawning device wasn't on her shoulder.
"Right here," Kryss said groggily. She glared at me for a moment, then let the pilot look at her device, which had malfunctioned while she and I were fighting. She had huge cuts in her arms.
* * * * *
Later on, when we were leaving, Kryss passed me while boarding her ship. I heard her mutter, "I was supposed to win."
Fractal, here I come!