Post by The Jester on Jan 22, 2011 11:08:39 GMT -7
A Long NIght: Munchkin[/b][/color][/size]
"Fucking Trog! This is our neighbourhood now! You and your kind will be killed off and run out of here!"
Those were the last words you heard the feeble Asian Boy mumble as your drilled a bullet between his eyes. The heavy seattle rain poured down over you and your bike with flashes of lightning and pounding thunder echoing through the now silent streets, washing the blood off the streets and into the drain. As you look around you recall how good this evening was until you got home, now theres a smoldering car parked in the side of you building and a dozen dead Asian Ganger scum lying dead the block. what bothers you even more are the 20 or so dead Orcs lying along with them. As you walk back towards your home you try to recall what happened and begin to wonder what kind of shit you just stepped into...
The night had begun like any other night in Seattle's late spring, there was light rain but the clouds showed it would be getting pretty nasty by night fall. You enjoyed a few good drinks at Sally's - even winning a few games to break even against that cocky Albino Orc Shade who tends to run the Pool Table in the corner. You were driving home around midnight - just you, a good buzz and your bike rolling down the streets of Redmond when you arrived at home - but it was not how you left it. while you were out that gang turf war occuring nearby had finally made it to your house, you could see about 15 of your neighbours - all decent orcs lying dead in the streets and a bunch of asian looking humans packing goods out of your building into a truck - some of them being distictivly yours.
Without a second thought and before they notice you rolling up, you level the 5 guys outside with a burst spray from your trusty rifle - and thats when shit hit the fan. You parked your bike on the street and begun the charge into the building you call home. Bullets roared as you shot down each and every one of them - many hitting you with there light pistols but you just shrugged it off. as you approached your room your clip was empty. A young girl with a knife popped out of the door right into you - carrying one of your favorite Rocket Launchers - you felt a rush of satisfaction as you crushed her head into the wall.
Then came that moment of searing pain - the world around you lit up and went black for a few seconds. the smell of burnt flesh filled your nostrils - you realized that flesh was your own. as you turned around you saw 2 men smiling and laughing - one of them was inserting a clip into a SMG - the other with some crazy tattoos across his arms and bald head was laughing and began waving an intricate pattern with his hands. "Fucking Mages" was the only thought that crossed your mind as you drove for safety into your room. you look around to an near empty space - they took everything - even your safe room was cracked open and half looted. With a new raw anger filling you - you bolt into the room and grab a few extra clips for your trusty rifle - as well as the last remaining LAW rocket. The air filled with a tingle as another blast of electricty pounded into your side - the adreniline rushed helped shrug off most of the blow but it stung like hell and somebody was going to pay for it. Bullets camme flying at you in a storm of heated metal - many didnt make it through the walls - thank god for solid old construction.
Your comm pickup a few new subscriptions entering the area coming towards your building, biting your lip and holding your rifle close you burst around the corner firing at the two men, the boy with the gun's head exploded into a rainfall of gore and the damned mage fled into the halls. racing down the halls you go back outside to see the mage running down the street cursing profanities at you. A van comes around the corner, side door opening showing a few guys armed a ready to take your out. Your quick reflexes launched a rocket into the van - you watch it explode into a shower of flames as it crashed into the far wall of your building. The mage stops and looks stunned as he was blown back onto the ground by the blast - his body and clothing on fire. You casually stroll over to him pointing your rifle at his head. He yells his declaration and you put him out of his misery - so much for a calm evening.
"Fucking Trog! This is our neighbourhood now! You and your kind will be killed off and run out of here!"
Those were the last words you heard the feeble Asian Boy mumble as your drilled a bullet between his eyes. The heavy seattle rain poured down over you and your bike with flashes of lightning and pounding thunder echoing through the now silent streets, washing the blood off the streets and into the drain. As you look around you recall how good this evening was until you got home, now theres a smoldering car parked in the side of you building and a dozen dead Asian Ganger scum lying dead the block. what bothers you even more are the 20 or so dead Orcs lying along with them. As you walk back towards your home you try to recall what happened and begin to wonder what kind of shit you just stepped into...
The night had begun like any other night in Seattle's late spring, there was light rain but the clouds showed it would be getting pretty nasty by night fall. You enjoyed a few good drinks at Sally's - even winning a few games to break even against that cocky Albino Orc Shade who tends to run the Pool Table in the corner. You were driving home around midnight - just you, a good buzz and your bike rolling down the streets of Redmond when you arrived at home - but it was not how you left it. while you were out that gang turf war occuring nearby had finally made it to your house, you could see about 15 of your neighbours - all decent orcs lying dead in the streets and a bunch of asian looking humans packing goods out of your building into a truck - some of them being distictivly yours.
Without a second thought and before they notice you rolling up, you level the 5 guys outside with a burst spray from your trusty rifle - and thats when shit hit the fan. You parked your bike on the street and begun the charge into the building you call home. Bullets roared as you shot down each and every one of them - many hitting you with there light pistols but you just shrugged it off. as you approached your room your clip was empty. A young girl with a knife popped out of the door right into you - carrying one of your favorite Rocket Launchers - you felt a rush of satisfaction as you crushed her head into the wall.
Then came that moment of searing pain - the world around you lit up and went black for a few seconds. the smell of burnt flesh filled your nostrils - you realized that flesh was your own. as you turned around you saw 2 men smiling and laughing - one of them was inserting a clip into a SMG - the other with some crazy tattoos across his arms and bald head was laughing and began waving an intricate pattern with his hands. "Fucking Mages" was the only thought that crossed your mind as you drove for safety into your room. you look around to an near empty space - they took everything - even your safe room was cracked open and half looted. With a new raw anger filling you - you bolt into the room and grab a few extra clips for your trusty rifle - as well as the last remaining LAW rocket. The air filled with a tingle as another blast of electricty pounded into your side - the adreniline rushed helped shrug off most of the blow but it stung like hell and somebody was going to pay for it. Bullets camme flying at you in a storm of heated metal - many didnt make it through the walls - thank god for solid old construction.
Your comm pickup a few new subscriptions entering the area coming towards your building, biting your lip and holding your rifle close you burst around the corner firing at the two men, the boy with the gun's head exploded into a rainfall of gore and the damned mage fled into the halls. racing down the halls you go back outside to see the mage running down the street cursing profanities at you. A van comes around the corner, side door opening showing a few guys armed a ready to take your out. Your quick reflexes launched a rocket into the van - you watch it explode into a shower of flames as it crashed into the far wall of your building. The mage stops and looks stunned as he was blown back onto the ground by the blast - his body and clothing on fire. You casually stroll over to him pointing your rifle at his head. He yells his declaration and you put him out of his misery - so much for a calm evening.