Rudy Can't Fail
Sid
Corwid of the Free Join Date: 2003-01-28 Member: 12903Members, Constellation
Corwid of the Free Join Date: 2003-01-28 Member: 12903Members, Constellation
<div class="IPBDescription">What started out serious...</div> Alright, at first this story was supposed to be some desperate attempt to survive on board an infested Kharra ship; with my main Character "Rudy" struggling to get to the Helm to activate the self-destruct. I got about 2 WHOLE sentences before I just started to get lazyand just fooled around.
So here it is, the story that was once supposed to be serious, and now has turned out to be a total pile of Onos crap of which only took me 10 minutes to write! <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo-->
With that, ENJOY! *Cough*
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?I?m in over my head, guys!? came the rough voice of Rudy over the internal intercom unit.
?Hold on? we are almost there.? Came the loud crackle over the communications channel.
Rudy staggered to his feet. He was short to be in the TSA, but still managed to keep up with all his bigger, more ?beefier? squad-mates. For example, if you were to take a Football player and line him up back-to-back with a Basketball player, you?d probably have the same scale as Rudy. (Of course he would be the Basketball player ? tall and skinny). In fact, he was so skinny that they had to give him Women?s-size TSA Light Marine Armour instead of the Standard Male?s.
Rudy?s gazed around at his surroundings. He was in the middle of a metallic room, his Armour reminded him of his low oxygen level, and also noted that there was no breathable air in this room. Rudy gulped and picked up his LMG that had fallen on the floor. What happened to me? He thought.
His gaze locked onto the thick, heavy looking door in front of him. It was locked, yet sparks seemed to spew out of it. Rudy cocked his head quizzically, raising a hand to scratch uselessly at his helmet. The door blew open; and the slab of heavy metal-door flew through the air and hit Rudy square in the chest, forcing him under it in a mangled heap.
Just then three TSA Marines stumbled into the room, literally tripping over each other. (In fact, it was like a massive horde of newborn puppies?). One fell across the edge of the steel door, which lay on the floor, with poor Rudy helpless underneath it. The marine flailed his arms in the air as he tripped, sending his LMG flying across the room to smash against the wall on the other side, setting off a round, which bounced from wall-to-wall and nailed the second marine in the head; making him slide limply against the wall, and slowly onto the ground. Leaving a small blood smear as he slid down the wall.
?Oops? muttered the fallen Marine.
The third marine ungracefully stumbled on top of the door, peering down at his fallen teammate, then to the dead one laying across the room. (Rudy at this time was still lying underneath the door, plus, the weight of two fully Armour-clad marines did NOT help matters much).
?Durrr,? said the third Marine as he staggered to talk ?Uhh-?. Dah-do you know where Rudy is???
The fallen Marine slowly got up, stretching. ?Beats me. Hey! You wanna go for some ice-cream or what?!?
?Duhhh? sure!? came the reply from the third marine as they both waddled out of the room, leaving both their comrades there.
Rudy slid his head out between the metal slab of door, and peered at the rotting corpse of one of the supposed ?rescue team?. He looked down ashamed and mumbled ?stupid n00bs??
Rudy wiggled for a second. "This would be a lot easier for me if I could only feel my legs?"
END! (Thank God).
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Thanks for your time,
-Sid
So here it is, the story that was once supposed to be serious, and now has turned out to be a total pile of Onos crap of which only took me 10 minutes to write! <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo-->
With that, ENJOY! *Cough*
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?I?m in over my head, guys!? came the rough voice of Rudy over the internal intercom unit.
?Hold on? we are almost there.? Came the loud crackle over the communications channel.
Rudy staggered to his feet. He was short to be in the TSA, but still managed to keep up with all his bigger, more ?beefier? squad-mates. For example, if you were to take a Football player and line him up back-to-back with a Basketball player, you?d probably have the same scale as Rudy. (Of course he would be the Basketball player ? tall and skinny). In fact, he was so skinny that they had to give him Women?s-size TSA Light Marine Armour instead of the Standard Male?s.
Rudy?s gazed around at his surroundings. He was in the middle of a metallic room, his Armour reminded him of his low oxygen level, and also noted that there was no breathable air in this room. Rudy gulped and picked up his LMG that had fallen on the floor. What happened to me? He thought.
His gaze locked onto the thick, heavy looking door in front of him. It was locked, yet sparks seemed to spew out of it. Rudy cocked his head quizzically, raising a hand to scratch uselessly at his helmet. The door blew open; and the slab of heavy metal-door flew through the air and hit Rudy square in the chest, forcing him under it in a mangled heap.
Just then three TSA Marines stumbled into the room, literally tripping over each other. (In fact, it was like a massive horde of newborn puppies?). One fell across the edge of the steel door, which lay on the floor, with poor Rudy helpless underneath it. The marine flailed his arms in the air as he tripped, sending his LMG flying across the room to smash against the wall on the other side, setting off a round, which bounced from wall-to-wall and nailed the second marine in the head; making him slide limply against the wall, and slowly onto the ground. Leaving a small blood smear as he slid down the wall.
?Oops? muttered the fallen Marine.
The third marine ungracefully stumbled on top of the door, peering down at his fallen teammate, then to the dead one laying across the room. (Rudy at this time was still lying underneath the door, plus, the weight of two fully Armour-clad marines did NOT help matters much).
?Durrr,? said the third Marine as he staggered to talk ?Uhh-?. Dah-do you know where Rudy is???
The fallen Marine slowly got up, stretching. ?Beats me. Hey! You wanna go for some ice-cream or what?!?
?Duhhh? sure!? came the reply from the third marine as they both waddled out of the room, leaving both their comrades there.
Rudy slid his head out between the metal slab of door, and peered at the rotting corpse of one of the supposed ?rescue team?. He looked down ashamed and mumbled ?stupid n00bs??
Rudy wiggled for a second. "This would be a lot easier for me if I could only feel my legs?"
END! (Thank God).
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Thanks for your time,
-Sid
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-Sid