06-26-2017, 11:08 PM
Three cracks rang out in staccato rhythm, clear as day over the gentle pitter-patter of rain and the occasional cussword howled by my buggy companion. Not a heartbeat later did I feel the sharp bite of a slug tearing effortlessly through the cartilage of my right ear. “Son of a BITCH,” I cried, eyelids slamming shut as the shrill ring of tinnitus mixed with the pain I already bore. There wasn’t enough vodka in the world to make this shit bearable.
Deep breath.
A cool head is a tactical advantage.
My eyes fluttered open as I glanced over my shoulder, the brunette battler taking aim from behind her boulder and hosing me sloppily with still more bullets. And with my own gun, no less.
Exhale.
“RAM-PAAAAGE!” I cried out, tossing my head back and screaming up into the soggy canopy as if invoking the storm itself. Bullet after bullet chewed into my shoulder as my right hand released the MP40, replacing it with a shotgun in one clean motion. I wheeled around, leveling and letting loose a pair of shells in a quick volley. Though my disheveled attacker was swift, she wasn’t able to flee the scene fast enough to avoid catching a healthy amount of buckshot. I owed her SO much more.
Sadly, the ebony magician’s black bullshit boxes made sure she’d have a relatively safe escape, piss-colored beams of light bearing down on me from oblique angles. The scorching rays obliterated the leaves, smoke rising in delicate wisps as the rain quenched the burning fronds in an instant. I swore through gritted teeth as they seared through my soaked turtleneck, blistering the skin beneath. Catching sight of the nearest, I swing my arm wide, spraying what remained of my magazine helter-skelter. Without a second glance I took off through the trees, feet crashing though detritus like a rampaging kaiju through the streets of Tokyo.
Finding Cell was a simple matter of following the sound of rasped screams and arbitrary explosions. Not far from the snarling bio-android was his quarry, Store Brand Ermac standing ominously among the trees as if he wasn’t currently being blasted with the roach’s chi nonsense. At the sight of my arrival he raised a single hand, an ornate pole arm appearing within his grasp. Because of course it did.
“Cover me, I’ll pay him back for thiss annoying prissm shi-IIIIIT,” Cell instructed, shaking off the shock and leaping from behind the tree to dash roughshod toward the magician. Even over the sound of my own gunfire I could hear the insectoid snicker as his prey flung his spear much too high, the blade end burying itself in a nearby tree. The insidious laughter promptly ceased as Cell found himself coming to an abrupt halt, his full weight lurching as if it had met a concrete wall. “-the FU-UUUUUCK is going on?!”
With the uninvited floaty cubelings now bringing their light show back in our direction, I clenched my jaw and sprinted past Cell, ignoring his cries for assistance. He’d likely figure out how to free himself in short order; I sure as hell didn’t have the time or patience myself to do so. No, my sights were set squarely on Mister Sinister.
“Continuing RAAAMPAAAAAAGE,” I cried, my bellowed warcry sure to clear up any confusion as to whether or not I still meant business. With expertise that came only from adrenaline and whiskey shakes, I managed to reload my shotty and MP 40 as I ran, holding the trigger on the latter as I performed my best approximation of Major Dutch. This wannabe was no Predator, but I’d sure as shit make him bleed.
I think not.
The words echoed in my head as I neared, the brilliant white eyes of the conjurer drowning out the rest of my world as an indecipherable onslaught of sounds and sights rampaged through my skull. Places, people, things I lacked the words to begin to describe. “Get out of my miiiiind” I cried, dropping my shotgun at his feet as he continued to mind-rape me with horrific imagery.
Resistance is...fruitless.
Just when my tolerance neared its limit, the agony ceased and the rainforest swooped back into view. Before me stood the shadow, now thoroughly staggered, smoke rising from his chest. From behind me I could hear the trademark cackling of my bio-android peer. “Eyes on me, blackie.”
Taking the chance, I charged forward and brought my gun down across his smug face with all the gusto I could grant, only to have my swing go wide as if being tugged by some outside force. Motherfucking telekinesis. I should have guessed.
Probably.
In an instant I retrieved my fallen gun, leveling it on the sneering abomination. “Oh, eat every dick, you creepy asshole.” I pulled the trigger.
Deep breath.
A cool head is a tactical advantage.
My eyes fluttered open as I glanced over my shoulder, the brunette battler taking aim from behind her boulder and hosing me sloppily with still more bullets. And with my own gun, no less.
Exhale.
“RAM-PAAAAGE!” I cried out, tossing my head back and screaming up into the soggy canopy as if invoking the storm itself. Bullet after bullet chewed into my shoulder as my right hand released the MP40, replacing it with a shotgun in one clean motion. I wheeled around, leveling and letting loose a pair of shells in a quick volley. Though my disheveled attacker was swift, she wasn’t able to flee the scene fast enough to avoid catching a healthy amount of buckshot. I owed her SO much more.
Sadly, the ebony magician’s black bullshit boxes made sure she’d have a relatively safe escape, piss-colored beams of light bearing down on me from oblique angles. The scorching rays obliterated the leaves, smoke rising in delicate wisps as the rain quenched the burning fronds in an instant. I swore through gritted teeth as they seared through my soaked turtleneck, blistering the skin beneath. Catching sight of the nearest, I swing my arm wide, spraying what remained of my magazine helter-skelter. Without a second glance I took off through the trees, feet crashing though detritus like a rampaging kaiju through the streets of Tokyo.
Finding Cell was a simple matter of following the sound of rasped screams and arbitrary explosions. Not far from the snarling bio-android was his quarry, Store Brand Ermac standing ominously among the trees as if he wasn’t currently being blasted with the roach’s chi nonsense. At the sight of my arrival he raised a single hand, an ornate pole arm appearing within his grasp. Because of course it did.
“Cover me, I’ll pay him back for thiss annoying prissm shi-IIIIIT,” Cell instructed, shaking off the shock and leaping from behind the tree to dash roughshod toward the magician. Even over the sound of my own gunfire I could hear the insectoid snicker as his prey flung his spear much too high, the blade end burying itself in a nearby tree. The insidious laughter promptly ceased as Cell found himself coming to an abrupt halt, his full weight lurching as if it had met a concrete wall. “-the FU-UUUUUCK is going on?!”
With the uninvited floaty cubelings now bringing their light show back in our direction, I clenched my jaw and sprinted past Cell, ignoring his cries for assistance. He’d likely figure out how to free himself in short order; I sure as hell didn’t have the time or patience myself to do so. No, my sights were set squarely on Mister Sinister.
“Continuing RAAAMPAAAAAAGE,” I cried, my bellowed warcry sure to clear up any confusion as to whether or not I still meant business. With expertise that came only from adrenaline and whiskey shakes, I managed to reload my shotty and MP 40 as I ran, holding the trigger on the latter as I performed my best approximation of Major Dutch. This wannabe was no Predator, but I’d sure as shit make him bleed.
I think not.
The words echoed in my head as I neared, the brilliant white eyes of the conjurer drowning out the rest of my world as an indecipherable onslaught of sounds and sights rampaged through my skull. Places, people, things I lacked the words to begin to describe. “Get out of my miiiiind” I cried, dropping my shotgun at his feet as he continued to mind-rape me with horrific imagery.
Resistance is...fruitless.
Just when my tolerance neared its limit, the agony ceased and the rainforest swooped back into view. Before me stood the shadow, now thoroughly staggered, smoke rising from his chest. From behind me I could hear the trademark cackling of my bio-android peer. “Eyes on me, blackie.”
Taking the chance, I charged forward and brought my gun down across his smug face with all the gusto I could grant, only to have my swing go wide as if being tugged by some outside force. Motherfucking telekinesis. I should have guessed.
Probably.
In an instant I retrieved my fallen gun, leveling it on the sneering abomination. “Oh, eat every dick, you creepy asshole.” I pulled the trigger.
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Bolded Tearen's telepathic taunts to make it more clear.
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Archer used RAMPAGE! for this post 1/2 SP remaining.
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Archer sprayed blindly at the Aspects.
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Archer attempts to shotgun.
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