06-05-2015, 06:40 PM
I felt the shock wave in my feet and the agonizingly sensitive bullet holes in my side before I saw it. Like the feeling of splashing down into the frigid water of a morning pool. A feeling of electricity washed over me, and I had to look for the source for I feared that I would be covered in barrage fire. To my relief and surprise, I saw the mushroom cloud that hung over the far side of the island's sole mountain, dust kicked up above the very peak of the land and intermixed with the clouds above. I could only wonder what could have possibly caused that kind of damage, and in equal part be thankful I was not at the epicenter of the explosion and wish I was there to see what caused it. A brief moment of exhilaration at such wanton destruction at least left me a moment without my thoughts on my bullet wounds.
It passed, however. I continued my extended island walking tour until I found a safe haven in the form of a ditch that had once been a small stream dug into the earth. Barely enough for me to get my head under with my knees to my helmet, but at least I saw covered. I hastily wolfed down a 'HOOAH!' bar that came with one of my MREs as I looked over the map given to us to track our position. I had been surprised how far I've gone across the island, and yet I could feel it in the blisters in my feet. The heavy weight in my eyelids, and the heartbeat that throbbed in my wounds and in my strained mind. How long ago was sleep? I had pushed myself for so long, but I was not done.
The war was not over, the battle was not won. It would not end until I was the one standing atop the bodies. Each name that the voice of our tormentor listed off was another spot towards victory. Some of those names may have been regretful to hear go, but as the prize came closer to my reach and the blood soaked my hand, outlasting and defeating the rest had become the forefront thought in my adrenaline soaked brain.
The right side of the island was pushed towards the left, the hazard zones left only a corridor to fight through to escape. It would be a bottleneck to force the others to fight. A bloodbath. The west side was a bit more open, if only barely. One still had to dance around the areas that would turn you into a living-then-soon-dead firecracker via the collar, but so long as I patrolled the the area I could find perhaps some of those that hid in the pockets of the island.
I packed everything else up and headed out. Time to hunt.
What I found was unorthodox, yet I could not do anything other than smile. A stocky rifle that felt more like an SMG in my hand, a clip full for long spikes like nail as ammo that I felt like it could punch through someone's armor and right into their heart. The large turtle creature (another pokemon?) had been tough to wrestle the weapon away from, and in the end it used the collar around his neck to try and finish me off in his dying breath, but I came out unharmed and with a far better weapon. than before.
Although I had wished that there had been something left of the creature to scavenge, the walking soup bowl would have been worth all the MREs that I was given, but his explosive end left little but a forest fire that chased my heels until I managed to reach a clearing and made some time.
Round two with Stretches had not fallen in my favor as I had wished. I decorated him in nails and done his head in with a few blows, but whatever he had that allowed him to balloon into a hulking creature is was kept him in in the fight, and I was left with a limp and a pain in my back that made turning a bit more painful than it had any right to be. But it was pain I could live through.
It was my smashed visor that was the more horrid damage done to me. I could feel the salty breeze touch the sweat that had built up over the time in the sun and battle. I had to take my helmet off in order to shake all the reflective glass out. No matter. Now they could see my face.
They can see the eyes of the man who could be their death. I limped on and looked for my next opponent.
It passed, however. I continued my extended island walking tour until I found a safe haven in the form of a ditch that had once been a small stream dug into the earth. Barely enough for me to get my head under with my knees to my helmet, but at least I saw covered. I hastily wolfed down a 'HOOAH!' bar that came with one of my MREs as I looked over the map given to us to track our position. I had been surprised how far I've gone across the island, and yet I could feel it in the blisters in my feet. The heavy weight in my eyelids, and the heartbeat that throbbed in my wounds and in my strained mind. How long ago was sleep? I had pushed myself for so long, but I was not done.
The war was not over, the battle was not won. It would not end until I was the one standing atop the bodies. Each name that the voice of our tormentor listed off was another spot towards victory. Some of those names may have been regretful to hear go, but as the prize came closer to my reach and the blood soaked my hand, outlasting and defeating the rest had become the forefront thought in my adrenaline soaked brain.
The right side of the island was pushed towards the left, the hazard zones left only a corridor to fight through to escape. It would be a bottleneck to force the others to fight. A bloodbath. The west side was a bit more open, if only barely. One still had to dance around the areas that would turn you into a living-then-soon-dead firecracker via the collar, but so long as I patrolled the the area I could find perhaps some of those that hid in the pockets of the island.
I packed everything else up and headed out. Time to hunt.
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What I found was unorthodox, yet I could not do anything other than smile. A stocky rifle that felt more like an SMG in my hand, a clip full for long spikes like nail as ammo that I felt like it could punch through someone's armor and right into their heart. The large turtle creature (another pokemon?) had been tough to wrestle the weapon away from, and in the end it used the collar around his neck to try and finish me off in his dying breath, but I came out unharmed and with a far better weapon. than before.
Although I had wished that there had been something left of the creature to scavenge, the walking soup bowl would have been worth all the MREs that I was given, but his explosive end left little but a forest fire that chased my heels until I managed to reach a clearing and made some time.
Round two with Stretches had not fallen in my favor as I had wished. I decorated him in nails and done his head in with a few blows, but whatever he had that allowed him to balloon into a hulking creature is was kept him in in the fight, and I was left with a limp and a pain in my back that made turning a bit more painful than it had any right to be. But it was pain I could live through.
It was my smashed visor that was the more horrid damage done to me. I could feel the salty breeze touch the sweat that had built up over the time in the sun and battle. I had to take my helmet off in order to shake all the reflective glass out. No matter. Now they could see my face.
They can see the eyes of the man who could be their death. I limped on and looked for my next opponent.
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