Hey guys, I need your help. I haven't written in a year because I had writers block. For those of you who don't know, that is when a writer is unable to formulate a logical and progressive story they are satisfied with.

Another thing, I'm stressed. :c People have been making fan games of my Watchover series and without permission, so we have to take them down and I hate doing that to programmers. Please message me with a url if you wish to make one.

Also, for the final time. Blizzard Entertainment's "Overwatch" is not a clone, or ours isn't of it, of Watchover. Overwatch is an actual term, a military term. Watchover is referring to an entirely different thing. That and lets face it, Amped up TF2 is NOT the same as our Blood-Soaked wallrunning/climbing game beta. We had our character list back in 2010 so we didn't copy anyone.

About the beta of Instinct. I have removed several individuals from the test groups for repeated claims that it "Doesn't feel enough like CoD"

First off, any who compare this game about stressing "Stealth Melee Combat" to any mainstream shooter is misled. Our game is more akin to a mix of mechanics from games like Titanfall 1/2 and AvP 2010's Alien campaign. Yes, Banshee and Lane use guns, and Prototype uses a launcher of sorts, but that is it. No K-OPS gameplay will be featured unless we say otherwise, ok?

Anywho, lets get into this, in this chapter, we focus on Tracker and Sean.

Enjoy

Chapter 17

Hell

Sean's POV

Tracker and I walked for about a half hour and talked about everything I missed, before he asked "And where have you been, we saw you die!" I wish I could explain it in a way that would make total sense to him, so I put it as simply as I could.

"Tracker, when I died, I found myself in a dark void. I was cold, alone and afraid…" I still could feel the subzero inferno searing into my flesh. "…it was an uneasy feeling, the darkness I was swallowed into when I broke the physical barrier. It was almost like a…"

"The void." He cut me off with those two words that now defined the hell I had endured. "could've been worse Sean, could've been sent to Dimension 3, that place is the real definition of hell." I sighed and said "I know, Tracker, I've been there too. That's why I need your help, someone called Beta, a really fucked up dude, wanted me to retrieve a human soul from here to feed his pawn Nightmarrione, It holds the souls of Ryan and Graham, so I need to get this to someone who can use it." I handed the ring to him, allowing him to inspect it. "H…how do you get a Trikoditde ring, only three, so how?" I sighed again and explained everything, and he gave the ring back, allowing me to hold it close again.

"Stalker or Gamma can revive the bodies if you give them this ring, much like how you, by the sound of it, were revived."

The soft patter of rain on the concrete was masked by a mechanical sound, screaming, the smell of smoke, and the stench of melted flesh. Looking up, I saw that Tracker had been scanning the environment this whole time, and as he rushed to meet the source, I, too, followed, donning the ring on my right hand.

The wording in the phrase "Subzero Inferno", describes the state of not knowing how to describe a feeling of something that burns but also freezes.

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