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Quickly the team got to work healing him having seen the cut as I fell. It went up the whole side of his leg. It would leave a scar never to go. But it would be worse if hadn’t had a team…much worse. I would die alone, never to see the light of day. A gremlin would throw me into the clockworks, where he would fall into oblivion. | Quickly the team got to work healing him having seen the cut as I fell. It went up the whole side of his leg. It would leave a scar never to go. But it would be worse if hadn’t had a team…much worse. I would die alone, never to see the light of day. A gremlin would throw me into the clockworks, where he would fall into oblivion. | ||
| − | But it was all over in an hour, and | + | But it was all over in an hour, and I was up and running, climbing, scouting and so many other things a recon has to do. This was one of my strong points, something my extreme training gave me. The will power to never give up in till all was done and dusted. But now it was to be tested to the limits: the sub zero area. Recon gear is thin, light and agile, but this costs recons a lot in cold weather. And with the tear in it, I was going to have to use my will power to keep him going…and my mates. Guilds are meant to stick together, helping each other all the way; which is what my guild does. There was ice all over the floor, wall and even ceiling…in fact, the ceiling was what caused us are first difficulty; icicles. They fell like the rockets from a hundred mortifiers, splitting into many pieces freezing us. I like the wolver series for many things, and freeze resistance is one of them. |
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Hi/Salut/er...i don't know how to spell german, and the only word i know in it is "hello" XD
Please read on, even if your only here because of the random page button :)
Me, i am a prity sh..no "rubbish" player... ok, all of a sudden, i've just become rubbish, before that i was OK... i wear (at the moment) a ash tail helm, dusker body, and a swiftstrike or twisted targle. I am mainly a swrdsman, having things like stable rocket hammer, nightblade, ascended calibur(one UV; low boost vs. gremlin), sealed sword twisted snarble barb, etc. You will almost always see me wearing my awesome shockburst. My few OK (3*) guns are industrial catalyzer, Kilo watt pulsar (2 UVs; speed boost low & low boost vs. consruct) and super blaster. And my only (!) 3* bomb is a Dark respiral Mk II. I play quite often, normaly everyday :) Your most likely to find me sulking somewhere and selling mats or playing missions. Also, i'm a bit...weird Also, cupine is my "second guy" but is on a totally diffrent account :) I use this so (as i have both laptop and computer) I can play with two hundred mist.
Small storys, in the making:
The clockworks…an inconceivable place, never to be forgotten once you’ve entered…
On my first lift, I had another vision…but it was to stupid that I forgot it…in till now.
The door creaks open, and there lies a girl, peacefully sleeping. What ever her dreams are, they are never to be fulfilled. Quickly the pulsating mass of veins and muscles walks towards the bed, holding a flourish…a final flourish. He winces as he sees himself in the mirror, and then suddenly lifts and drops the blade, finalizing yet another life. She utters such a pricing scream, that even the clockworks seem to shudder.
Now, only the day before yesterday it happened. I have failed…and yet I am lucky to be here, to warn you. I have seen him watch me, waiting for me to slack, and then forcing that sword once again to end a life. Now, in this, I hope you realise that it must die, before he kills the rest of us. I had sworn to protect her, as she wasn’t yet an adult. That is how I have failed.
Tear.I sat there peacefully. This was my home now. I never had a home before. My guildhall. This means in a way, my family are the guild, and yes in a way they are. But now, we have been invaded, and I shall not forgive those who attacked my home. They shall pay dearly.
I have tracked them down. Now I know who and where they are. The Crimson Order. I have already faced Warmaster Seerus and his "grand arsenal". And defeated him. Why not the rest I ask. Yet nobody believes me when I say I have tracked them down. What were my years of training in combat and recon for then? So my guild, the only ones to believe me and I shall go alone. They all hide in lairs, deeper than Warmaster, but he was insane to even think he would get RT out of Ironclaw Munitions Factory.
They hide out of the way, so we can’t use the normal lifts. Now, this is where the challenge comes. Getting there.
After long hours of abseiling down the sides of never before explored areas, my group of explores finally managed to get into the lair. Though there are no mortifires, this place still has ghostmane stalkers. After a simple entry a party of the things came. Or a large squad. My teammates had five star gear on. But I only had three.
Two floors down, how many more to go? This would take more than guts and gear. I knew we had to have a new tack tic. The parade of flying chainsaws had tired us slightly. Luckily, I wasn’t one to put defeat behind him, and knew the powers of recon cloak so well, I guessed we could get maybe one or two floors down if we used recon cloak. I had brought three extras just in case of a thing like this. When I told the team, they agreed and wanted to go on immediately. But they hadn’t seen the fight I had behind the squad. All they knew is I had gone to fight from the back. Suddenly I fainted from loss of blood.
Quickly the team got to work healing him having seen the cut as I fell. It went up the whole side of his leg. It would leave a scar never to go. But it would be worse if hadn’t had a team…much worse. I would die alone, never to see the light of day. A gremlin would throw me into the clockworks, where he would fall into oblivion.
But it was all over in an hour, and I was up and running, climbing, scouting and so many other things a recon has to do. This was one of my strong points, something my extreme training gave me. The will power to never give up in till all was done and dusted. But now it was to be tested to the limits: the sub zero area. Recon gear is thin, light and agile, but this costs recons a lot in cold weather. And with the tear in it, I was going to have to use my will power to keep him going…and my mates. Guilds are meant to stick together, helping each other all the way; which is what my guild does. There was ice all over the floor, wall and even ceiling…in fact, the ceiling was what caused us are first difficulty; icicles. They fell like the rockets from a hundred mortifiers, splitting into many pieces freezing us. I like the wolver series for many things, and freeze resistance is one of them.
T.B.C.
Comments and prompts
Feel free to wright something here, like a prompt or comment (if you must, change the spelling of something, I am rubbish at writing). If you do please put it in a spolier :P If you give me a prompt, i can write the rest of the story, and i'll say
just copy this section and write what you want.
