For someone who'd never seen snow in his life, it was cold. Oh, so cold. Falling face-first into the blanket of white covering the ground didn't help his case.
Chris was screwed.
He was in pain, cold, and clueless as to where he was. Looking around, all he could see were trees for miles. The little clearing that he was in didn't provide any clues, and the longer that he stood there, the longer that he realized he was going to die of hypothermia.
He was wearing shorts, which was a reasonable thing to assume.
With nothing else, he started moving, trudging. His sneakers weren't made for walking through snow, so every step was an effort.
He shook off the snowflakes that'd landed on his head and started rubbing his hands together to try to warm himself. His palms were becoming red as he shivered, trying to make sense of his surroundings as he walked deeper and deeper into the mess of trees. It was leading him nowhere.
The snow continued to pile on top of him, and the trees seemed to multiply by the thousands. And with his luck, he might've just dropped right into the center of a massive national park. In the winter of all things, it sucked.
Blowing into his palms once more, he looked up to see that he'd walked himself into a clearing that looked exactly like the one that he was dropped in. A circular area of clear white snow with trees lining the edges.
From all his time spent on the internet, admittedly. He knew that he had somewhere around an hour to make it to some sort of shelter before his lack of proper clothing killed him. And he tried his best to stay active, activity produced heat, but with all this wind starting to slap him in the face with every step he took, it seemed unlikely.
With his feet sinking into the snow after every third step, he was growing annoyed and a bit hopeless.
Mostly annoyed, though. In this situation, in the snow. Everything.
He inspected the trees as he walked, looking for any low-hanging branches or fallen ones that he could use to make himself a fire. Maybe even a torch.
But these trees were massive, even the lowest branches still hung far above his meager stature.
It was times like these that reminded him that short people were just at a severe disadvantage.
But regardless, he wasn't making any progress. And the longer that he walked, the more tired he became from trudging through the snow, his legs slowing down just a bit as the snow started to reach his knees. Wading through water was easier than this.
As the day slowly turned into night, he was barely hanging on. He could hardly feel his limbs; his face was numb, and the tips of his fingers were starting to hurt. Clenching them into palms took some effort, shaking all the while as he huffed, staring at his breath puffing out in front of him.
Just as he was about to give up, he felt the ground beneath him give way, and he was sent sinking into the snow faster than he could let out a shout. All he could feel for a brief few seconds was the feeling of freezing all over his body as he sank, the sensation shooting all up his spine before he dropped and was sent into a free fall.
For about two seconds.
His back hit something solidly, making him wince as he stared up at a large opening where he'd fallen. He stared up, catching his breath, before widening his eyes as he could hear the shifting above him. Putting all the effort into rolling himself out of the way, he narrowly avoided being crushed by the massive amount of snow crashing down right where he was.
"Shit," he breathed. Putting an arm onto the floor, he shakily pushed himself up onto his knees. Looking at the pile of snow and the stream of moonlight that trickled in from the opening, he looked around and breathed a sigh of relief as the cave seemed to go deeper.
And he could feel the cool air slowly move away as he trudged forward. Specks of snow fell from his body, leaving a trail behind him as he made his way over to where the stone had eroded into a descending slope.
As he stepped deeper into the cave, he realized that something or someone used to live there.
There was a small lean-to built right in the center of the cave, and various animal pelts and bones were littered around. He quickly made his way over and picked up one of the larger pelts with his numb hands, shakily stretching it out and wrapping it around himself, letting out a sigh of relief as he felt the warmth.
He saw that there was some bedding in the shelter and crouched down, pressing his hand against the fur, before plopping his body right down onto it. A wave of comfort filled his body as he warmed up. He sighed once again, feeling some comfort as he curled up and pulled the fur covers over him. He was just going to sit there for a bit.
His eyes grew heavy as he stared at the ceiling, and he didn't resist, quickly closing his eyes and falling asleep.
When he woke up, he felt some soreness in his legs. But he was used to that, bending your legs for a long period did that to you. For a moment, he thought he was back in his apartment, sitting under his covers. Yet the wind nipping at his face from the entrance of the cave brought him back into reality.
He let out a yawn before propping himself up onto his elbows and sitting up. He pulled the furs closer around his body before looking around the cave.
Never in his life did he imagine that he would be waking up in the middle of a wintry forest. He vaguely wondered how long he had been unconscious from the fall before he woke up. But there was no point in wondering now, was there? He was here, and there wasn't anything to change that.
Reaching a hand out of the warm covers, he flinched back with a brief lick of the cold wind before pulling his hand back in.
"I hate the cold," he muttered as he looked around.
Well, he liked air conditioning. Leaving his room with a constant breeze of cool air was nice. Since he could turn it off...
But this kind of cold was unrelenting.
He shifted his weight before feeling something shift around in his pocket, a small yet heavyweight made itself known as he widened his eyes.
His phone—how could he have forgotten his phone was on him?
A hand snaked into his pocket before pulling out the warm technology brick. He held it in his lap and craned his neck down to look as he held down the power button.
Expecting the usual Samsung logo, he was taken aback when, instead of anything normal happening, his phone snapped into a blue screen, making him think it had crashed, as he grimaced.
"Wait," he muttered as he leaned in and noticed a small white bar appear underneath a large "G" surrounded by a blue square. Then he paused. He recognized that logo.
It was the Garry's Mod logo. But why was his phone loading up a game? It clearly couldn't run.
He stared at the loading screen, the white slowly but surely being replaced by green, before the phone just, suddenly, turned off.
"Seriously, all that for nothing?" he groaned as he was ready to toss the phone.
But his phone didn't like what he said, since it shortly exploded, sending a wave of... something into his face that knocked him back. Weirdly enough, he didn't feel any pain.
He opened his eyes, immediately being drawn to the bottom left of his vision.
Health:96 Armor:0
"What the?" he muttered to himself, bringing a handout and trying to swat at the familiar-looking text. He was met by nothing but air.
It looked like the Half-Life HUD. Yellow text and all.
But that shouldn't be possible, right? Yet... he'd fallen out of the sky when he was relaxing in his bed, so he shouldn't be weirded out by this. Right?
Bringing his phone back up to his face, he noticed that his other hand looked different. Rather, he was wearing something that he hadn't been wearing before. It was a glove. He swapped the phone into his other hand and inspected the single blue and yellow glove.
A little Garry's Mod logo was printed on the wrist part of the glove.
Blue and Yellow, physics and gravity. Was this glove supposed to be his phys-gun and gravity-gun?
To experiment, he slid the fur blanket from his shoulders and stood up, stretching his limbs out before holding out his hand. Half of his fingers were blue, and the other half were yellow. So that meant that if he held out his pointer finger...
"Woah!" he perked up as a blue beam of light shot from the tip of his finger. He waved his hand around, moving it all around the cave before the beam caught one of the pieces of the abandoned fire. It was a smooth rock, the beam locked onto it, and he was now holding it aloft.
The rock slowly spiraled as he moved it around, moving his hand from right to left, a smile creeping onto his face before he tossed the rock and clenched his fist, cutting off the beam. The stone cracked against the wall of the cave, bouncing off before landing back down onto the ground.
Curling his fingers, he looked down at a piece of wood and heard the familiar hum of the gravity gun whir before the wood was quickly brought close to his hand, held in a stasis of yellow energy. Then he flicked his hand, the gravity gun letting out its loud sound before the piece of wood shot forward, splintering as it met the wall of the cave.
He clenched his fist and laughed, looking down at his hand before looking back at his phone.
Instead of a static screen, there was a keyboard covering the entirety of the screen. As if he'd opened the keyboard and accidentally enlarged it, he stared at the keys briefly before looking at Q.
If you played the game, you knew what would happen once you pressed it.
And tentatively, he pressed down on the Q with his thumb. Only for nothing to happen for a few seconds before a large screen suddenly projected from his phone, making him take a step back. He looked up with wide eyes at a loading screen, with text underneath it.
Loading Addons... 1/6235
Huh.. it seemed to carry over the number of add-ons he had installed the last time he played. He did have a pretty beefy computer at the time, so having this many add-ons didn't affect his gameplay much.
And most of these Add-ons were ones that he forgot about, he did have a habit of scrolling through the workshop and just getting lost in subscribing and adding even more of these mods into his game. He didn't remember the last time that he sat down with all the mods and played for more than five minutes. A few hours if he was particularly bored that day.
Loading Addons... 1221/6235
Oh, that was fast.
Loading Addons... 3431/6235
Extremely fast.
Then the screen suddenly changed into the Gmod spawn menu, in dark mode. Probably due to that one mod. But other than that, everything else was the same, every section and all the boxes of spawn items started popping up.
It seemed like a dream. Chris was staring at a spawn menu. The spawn menu.
But he snapped out of it. This was reality now, the trudge through the harsh blanket of snow taught him as much. And so he reached out his hand to the screen, scanning the sidebar before tapping on the little plus sign to open up his addons.
The thousands of little titles of his addons popped up, and he grinned, clearly happy.
But first things first. He went up and tapped on "Entities," looked down where it said Half-Life 2, and tapped on the image of the health kit. The little noise that the menu made when you spawned something softly echoed around the cave as a health kit spawned on the ground.
He bent down and grabbed it, feeling its weight in his hand before flipping it around to see just how he would be able to use it. And stared all around the item before just pressing it into his chest, surprised as it suddenly disappeared. Like clockwork, the effect took place.
Health:100
His health went up. That was good. And the sluggish and sore sensation he was feeling earlier went away, and he was feeling very good. A lot like he hadn't been trudging through the snow hours prior.
And looking back at the spawn menu, he tapped back onto "Spawnlists," bringing him back to the main screen. He used the bar on the side of the screen to scroll down as he scanned each of the Add-ons that were listed. Reading them off in his head for a few moments as he looked for something specific.
As he was scrolling along the F's, his eyes lit up and he tapped on the add-on, "Frostpunk Scout Clothes [PAC3," and was given a few options. He tapped on the first image of the clothes, the items spawning in instantly.
Looking down, he saw the fabric neatly folded, the boots sitting on top of the fur trench coat and pants. Pocketing his phone for a few moments, he bent down and grabbed the boots, setting them aside before picking up the jacket and putting it on.
Thankfully, the clothes that he spawned in seemed to fit. So when he finished lacing up the boots, he straightened up and was dressed in clothes fit for the winter. That solved one of his problems.
Taking his phone out once again, he tapped Q and brought out the spawn menu.
Since he wasn't going to magically be great at defending himself. He would need some of the NPCs to protect him as he tried to make his way out of the forest. And it was almost like a dream come true that he could scroll down to the H's.
"[VJ] Halo Trilogy UNSC SNPCs" was the title of the add-on. For a Halo fan, it was a must-have mod if you wanted to mess around on Gm_Construct. That's what he did when he got bored.
And looking at the options, he immediately tapped on the ODST icon. He looked around the menu and at the tall, armored figure standing there with an MA5B Assault Rifle, their attention fixated on him once they looked around the room.
"Standing by," the voice of a female emanated from the ODST, the Half-Life 2 squad system coming into play as the bottom right of his screen displayed her name and rank. That was neat.
Staff Sergeant Stacy Adams. 250/250.
And that was perfect, he turned back to the menu and tapped on the squads, spawning an ODST squad so that she would be in command of it. He grinned, noting all of their names as they trickled into his squad list. Then he tapped on the weapons tag and scanned the names on the list before finding the ones under "Halo," and scanning along the weapons. He knew how to handle a gun, he'd been to a shooting range after a friend of his dragged him to one.
Though he'd only handled pistols. So for now, he'd just give himself a Magnum.
He tried something, holding out his hand as he tapped on the icon, and then feeling the weight of the pistol as it spawned into his hand. He curled his fingers around it before bringing it closer so that he could inspect it. It looked straight from the game.
It was still unbelievable, but it was reality. He had to remind himself of that.
He used the holster he just so happened to have from the Scout outfit, sliding the Magnum into it before moving onto the last thing he would spawn before trying to make his way out of the cave and out of this forest. And also some rope.
"Food and Household Items" was an add-on he'd downloaded early on his time playing Gmod.
And since in the game you could "eat" items. He was wondering if it would reflect that here. So he gave it a shot by looking at all the icons on the spawn list and tapping on the Pepsi can. The weight in his hand told him it was full, and the way that the condensation was all over the can told him it was nice and cold.
Chris quickly opened it, a nice hiss leaving the can before he brought it to his lips and downed the Pepsi. And since he hadn't had anything to drink in a while, he chugged the whole thing. Crushing the can in his hand before letting out a loud burp, followed by a satisfied sigh.
"Okay, let's get down to business," he said as he tossed the can away and pressed the power button on his phone, making the menu disappear before sliding his phone into his pocket.
The ODSTs perked up from where they were scanning the area and looked down at him as he walked over and pointed over to where the sunlight was now streaming through the hole he'd fallen in. The mound of snow still sat there, looking almost impossible to climb up and get out of the cave.
"To cut things short, we're stuck in this forest. I need you guys to get us out of this cave so we can get out of here," Chris said as he looked at them. He bundled the rope that he spawned in before tossing it to the ODST with a sniper rifle, the soldier one-handed the rifle and caught the rope in their free hand.
"Sir, yes sir," they all said in unison.
They all moved over to the hole in the ceiling. He stood right next to the one holding a shotgun and stared up as the ODST with the sniper put the weapon on his back, the magnetic clip holding it, as he began looking for footholds. It took him a few moments before he grabbed onto a small grip, testing its strength by hanging there by one hand. An incredible show of athleticism, but he should expect that from ODSTs.
"Got my grip, I'm moving." his voice made him look up again as the ODST scaled the wall quickly and efficiently, almost putting a rock climber to shame as he pulled himself up and over the ledge leading out.
"Area clear!" his voice shouted from the top.
Some snow fell from where he displaced it, leaving the rest of them staring up at the exit before the other end of the rope was tossed down into the cave. Adams had moved over, testing the stability of the rope before waving him over, "We'll be right behind you, Commander," she said down at him as he grabbed onto the rope.
He was lucky that he knew how to climb a rope, or that he was at least somewhat physically fit. Using the inchworm technique, he made his way to the top, grabbing onto the hand offered by the male ODST above.
Lieutenant Mark Philips. 250/250
So Philips helped him up, but with those augmentations, it was more Philips hauled Chris up and onto his feet, the latter having to steady himself before moving away from the hole as the others started to climb out.
"Oops –" Chris stumbled and landed on his side, accidentally pressing the delete button and despawning Philips. The sound effect chimed, and the only thing left behind were the boot imprints in the snow.
"So I can delete things.." Chris said while pushing himself back to his feet, brushing off the snow as he looked around, the others hadn't emerged yet. Although an accident, he wasn't sure if he was going to be able to bring that man back specifically. So..
He turned back and acted like nothing had happened.
Corporal Ryan Delgado. 250/250 was the first to emerge, the shotgun holstered onto his back.
Private First Class Jessica O'Connor's 250/250 was after him.
Specialist 1st Class Troy Carter 250/250 followed right after her, and at the end of the line was Adams.
"Alright," Chris said as they were all gathered. "Let's get out of here."
"Understood, sir," Adams said before turning and motioning to the squad.
"We'll move out in a staggered formation for better coverage, Carter, Delgado, take point; O'Connor, keep our six locked down."
"You'll stick with me, Sir. Stay close and keep your head on a swivel—let's get you out of here safely." She said as the squad moved swiftly into positions, Chris was herded into the center, right next to her, before they started to move.
The snow crunched under their collective footsteps; the boots he was wearing were far better than the old sneakers he wore when he got here. And the ODSTs weren't even breaking a sweat, moving in a trained fashion, scanning the area for any hostiles. Chris had to imagine that their armor insulated them, so the cold wasn't anything.
He kept a hand on his holster, just in case.
They made good progress, Chris could see that the trees started to disperse, and clear stretches of land were far more common. He even spotted a sign covered in snow, but of course, he couldn't read the text on the sign. But it was something.
Not that he was illiterate. The text was in a different language. None that he knew, not even the ODSTs, could make sense of it.
So Chris came to a sort of conclusion that he was for sure not on Earth anymore. Or at least, somewhere similar to Earth.
Which one was worse? He wasn't sure.
But he just wanted to find some civilization to know where he stood, and with all the powers Gmod at his fingertips, he had a lot he could do once he figured everything out. Because spawning things at random while not knowing where he was could result in some catastrophic results.
His musings were cut short when Delgato and Carter both stopped, Carter holding up a fist as they all came to a stop behind the two men.
"We've got movement on the motion tracker," Delgato said in a terse tone. He held his shotgun in preparation as he scanned the treeline. As O'Connor's footsteps from behind us, the click of the safety on her MA5B echoed as Adams prepared herself, each of them being able to see the movement on the motion tracker.
"Multiple signatures," Carter said. "Approaching quickly, get ready," he said as he prepared the SMG he held in his hands.
"Keep low, we're out in the open," Adams said as she glanced at Chris, the shorter man had already pulled his Magnum from his holster. A little nervous, but he nodded.
All heads turned when a shadow flew from the trees, a human figure landing a few feet away from them, a tall, broad-shouldered male wearing a strange outfit. Pure white, with a red and white animal-like mask.
Was that a tail?
Chris was confused at what they were looking at, the massive man was standing there, an even larger axe strapped to his back, as he folded his arms before addressing them.
"I never took Atlas as the type to send a VIP right into the arms of the White Fang," the man said with a laugh, a non-friendly laugh. This caused the squad to tense up.
But Chris was confused, Atlas, the White Fang? The names sounded so familiar... but where had he heard them?
Atlas...
But Chris couldn't dwell on it, as the man didn't even give them a chance to respond before many more shadows leaped from the shadows of the trees. A menagerie of male and female warriors dressed in those same white masks. And they were thinking that he was some sort of important figure, so he was quick to duck down as the ODSTs opened fire immediately.
These animal figures were fast and were using a mixture of medieval and modern weaponry. Chris could note that most of them were using handheld weapons as they charged, O'Connor rolling out of the way of a massive halberd slamming into the snow before firing a barrage from her MA5B into another charging at her. The White Mask's body shimmered as if she were shielded, but the AP rounds from the Assault Rifle quickly ripped through whatever was protecting her, immediately taking her out.
"They're shielded!" O'Connor called out to the rest of the squad as she caught the blade of the halberd with her rifle, holding it up before driving a kick into the chest of the White Mask.
The rest of the team took this information to heart as the gunfire and shouts from the White Masks as Chris stayed ducked down, holding his Magnum tightly as he tried not to panic. But how could he not panic? He'd never been in a combat situation in his life!
Delgato laughed as the 8-gauge shotgun ripped through the White Mask shield, the man holding double swords held his chest before being blown away by another round. He rolled out of the way and jumped back as another leaped from the trees right at him. But Carter was right on top of them, spraying them down with his assault rifle, sending them rolling off Delgato as they held out their hand. Surprisingly, the two men acted as a holographic shield from the palm of her hand, absorbing the rounds from the assault rifle.
But she forgot that Delgato was still on the floor right next to her, so she snapped her head down and was blown away as the man aimed his shotgun right up at her; she flew back with a spray of red mist.
Chris didn't even get to see Adams fight her person as she'd already dropped them and was quick to assist O'Connor's, firing off rounds in her direction as Chris looked over to where the main man was still standing, arms folded. He seemed angrier now. And as the squad finished off the rest of his lackeys, he let out a roar. An actual roar.
They all turned to look at him, immediately firing their weapons as his shield crackled a bright red, only making him angrier, before those shields flared under the fire, and he surged forward. It was insanely fast, and Adams let out a shout as she just barely managed to push Chris out of the way of the charging White Mask. He landed on his back, propping himself up on his elbows as he watched the man plow through the ODSTs like bowling pins.
They hit the ground hard, letting out grunts as they rolled over, feeling the force of a truck hitting them.
In different forms of lying on the ground, the White Mask was quick to snap around, grabbing O'Connor by the neck and holding her up far easier than any normal human. Much like an elite, Chris was surprised as he slammed his fist into her chest, making her let out a cry of pain. He winced at the sound of bones breaking.
She was tossed aside as the others finally got to their feet. Delgato looked up only to be tossed right back into the snow as O'Connor's crashed into him with a groan.
Carter and Adams finally gathered their bearings and snapped up, grabbing their guns and firing in unison. It filled the air as Chris ducked down further as bullets were pinging off the red shield–aura the man had around him. He only stomped his foot, sending a small shockwave out as he unsheathed his axe and lunged forward.
Adams rolled into him, moving through his legs as he slammed his axe straight into the snow, sending an even bigger shockwave that sent her rolling before she landed on her feet.
As she ejected her mag and slammed another one into the rifle, Carter charged forward, bearing down on the man as he swung wildly.
"Human trash!" The White Mask yelled out as he missed Carter, the shorter man dodging and narrowly avoiding the heavy weapon.
Chris, seeing how this guy was going to need a lot more to take down, glanced down at his Magnum before immediately reaching into his pocket and taking out his phone. He hurriedly tapped on the Q just as he saw Delgato join the fray, a spray from the 8-gauge sent the towering man reeling back as his shield flickered.
Scanning the spawn list, he found what he was looking for and quickly tapped on it. The weight of an M41 SPNKr slammed down into the ground, sitting pristine and ready for action. Stuffing his phone back into his pocket, he placed both hands under the launcher and tried lifting it. It took him some effort before he hefted it up and onto his shoulder and aimed it where the three were still in combat.
The White Masked man was now manhandling both Carter and Delgato, holding them by their throats as his axe was embedded into a tree a few feet away. And he shouted at Adams, who'd taken cover behind a tree that'd been knocked down, patting herself down for any more ammo when she spotted Chris trying to lock onto the man. She tossed the MA5B aside and pulled out her magnum, vaulting over the log and firing rounds into his back, causing him to stagger from the caliber.
He rag-dolled both of the ODSTs he had in his hands, tossing them aside before giving to charge at her. But as soon as Delgato and Carter were clear of the man, Chris's rocket launcher locked onto his back. And he squeezed the trigger, the rocket shooting from the barrel and sending Chris back down into the snow as he wasn't prepared for the kickback.
"Damn," he huffed into the air, the SPNKr being sent out of his hands as he lay on his back.
The man didn't have time to react to the rocket careening toward him, only barely turning back to look at the projectile before he was turned into gibs, red mist, and viscera shooting everywhere, coating the snow.
"Nice shot, sir," Adams was unfazed, letting out a low whistle as she gathered her bearings and jogged over to where Chris was still lying on the floor, catching his breath as he tried not to look at the shower of blood and gore. She leaned down and offered her hand. He took it after a moment, letting himself be hauled up onto his feet. "Are you injured?" She asked as she inspected him.
"No, no – I'm good," Chris said as he waved a hand in front of him, shaking his head as he pointed over to where Carter and Delgato were crouched over O'Connor's limp form. "O'Connor's needs immediate treatment," he said as he pulled out his phone and started looking through the spawn list once again.
The Private was groaning, blood visibly pooling around her and painting the snow as Delgato and Carter tried their best to patch her up. They were in the middle of pulling off pieces of her armor to try and get at the injuries, but Chris interrupted them as he ran over and held out one of the Half-Life medkits.
"Here, use this," he said as Delgato took it from him, inspecting the strange medkit. "Just place it on her chest, it works instantly," Chris instructed.
"Got it," the man nodded before slowly setting the health kit on her chest, tilting his head as if nothing was happening. Then he let go and blinked as it disappeared, a small chime ringing out as the injured ODST was suddenly all patched up.
"O'Connors, you good?" Carter asked as he placed a hand on her shoulder as she sat up, the female looking down at herself and patting all over her armor before letting out a deep breath, feeling no discomfort.
"Yeah, I'm good," she said with surprise. "Whatever the hell that was fixed me right up," she said as the two men stood up and pulled her up.
"Anyone else injured?" Adams asked from where she was crouched down next to the SPNKr, some smoke still billowing out of its barrel, before she stood up and looked at them.
A chorus of "No" was what she met with. Making her roll her eyes.
"Who were these guys?" Carter asked as he checked how much ammo he had left in his SMG. "The only thing I've seen eat rounds from an MA5B was an elite Field Marshal, and even then, their shields still went down after a while."
"I don't think these guys are shielded," O'Connor said. "It had to be something else, I don't see any power sources – look at this," she said as she kicked the corpse of one of the White masked corpses. They were face-first in the snow, skin already turning blue as she pointed out the way her skin shimmered. "And then the animal features," she noted as she crouched down and pulled the corpse's tail.
"They called themselves the White Fang, didn't they?" Delgato said. "I don't know of any groups called the White Fang..."
All the while, Chris was standing there, and in his thoughts. Eyes squinted as they thought back to the names, Atlas, and the White Fang. The shields but not shields...
"It couldn't be," Chris muttered to himself as he pulled out his spawn list and scrolled down to the R's.
RWBY...
"Oh no," Chris deeply sighed. He just had to end up in Remnant, one of the worst places to exist. Terrorist groups, dumb protagonists, and immortal beings playing an undying game of civilization. A literal undying Queen of Grimm.
Grimm. Oh, right. The demonic beasts would come out and try to kill you at any sign of sadness, grief, or any negative emotions. Awesome.
"Commander?" Adams asked as she noticed his expression, turning to look at him as he quickly started scrolling the air, running his eyes all along something before turning away from her and spawning a warthog.
"Oh, we got wheels," Carter hummed as he approached the vehicle. "I'm tired of walking, anyway."
"Long story short," Chris said as he turned and looked at her. "These guys, a terrorist group, and with all the fighting going on – it's going to bring even more baddies in our direction," he explained.
"Now that we have a stretch of clear area, let's drive the rest of the way out of here." Chris then turned and quickly made his way over to the passenger seat, using the small platform to help him climb up and into the seat.
"Right, you heard the Commander," Adams said as she nodded, immediately calling out orders to the rest of the group. "Saddle up, Delgato, you're driving, I've got the turret," she said as everyone mounted up.
"And where does that leave us?" Carter said from where he stood next to O'Connor. "Warthogs don't exactly have more than three options," he stated the obvious.
A second warthog popped into existence, dropping down and sending now everywhere behind the one Chris was sitting in. He made eye contact with Carter, the man quiet, "Never mind," as he and O'Connor mounted up.
Then they were off.
Chris found that the phone and the keyboard he used to spawn things had an option where he could view his units from an overhead view. Like an RTS game, he only had a mouse and keyboard to control his units. He could also give out direct orders just from watching.
By now, they'd made it out of the dense forest, the snow still falling freely, but now they were sitting in a massive clearing, far larger than the one he'd fallen in. There was an overlook in the distance where he could see the makings of a city in the far distance and a few smaller clusters of villages.
The warthogs were parked right next to the treeline, the ODSTs were mulling about, checking their weapons and leaning against the vehicles as Chris figured out what to do.
Since now he had to contend with the world of RWBY, he was in for a worldwide conflict he wasn't sure that he was prepared to be a part of.
He sighed, turned around, and started to spawn stuff in. First, he needed some buildings, so he picked some large bases from the Halo Wars prop pack. To his surprise, he didn't need to go inside and manually furnish their interiors, they were already filled to the brim with everything he would need to make sure the base ran smoothly. Walking up where the troops usually funneled out.
Looking at the spawn list before looking back at what he had constructed, he started to plan. He wanted to see just how far in the RWBY timeline he was. At the beginning, end, or middle?
But there wasn't anything he should be worried about, right? Garry's Mod is beyond overpowered...
Hopefully!.
