FUCK THE FUCK YEA
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as u can i have(counts fingers) uhh..FIVE NEW STORIES UP TODAY. expect on this weekend too! YOUR WELCOME! heheh, jk! (no really your welcome) i hope u enjoy these strories expecially the new serie! its great, i promise! (dont ever believe what i say though, seriosuly)
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-This is a preview of one of my chapters in this new gritty take on the library(refrence to halo, not an actual library. even though they have simularities) so to give you heads up on whats goin' on. the screams are by carmon's teammates who(obviously) has been attacked by floods! the library i portray is much gruesom and more gritty and dark and alot scarier. the halo library lvl is nothing compared to how scared spartans will be in my library! well enough talk, heres the preview. enjoy.
All you can hear are the distance howls of his squad. Carmon, panicking, ran for his life in the opposite direction, trying to get away from the screams. The screams of his only friend. Of his only family. After a few moments past the darkness completely consumed the screams. Carmon stopped to listen. Nothing. He ran.
He kept running around endless corners, endless corridors, endless darkness. Everywhere he goes itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s the same, lurching darkness ready to take him. He ran hastily, breathing heavy. Sweat trickling down the paranoid Spartan. The sound of his footsteps was absorbed by the darkness. He turned his 30th corner when something in the shadows tripped him. Carmon collapsed on the ground now sweating even more.
He flails his arms around to ward off any foes coming to attack. Screaming and sobbing he closed his eyes so he wonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t see the menacing darkness. Fear fell over him like a sheet of concrete. He screamed louder as something brushed against his legs. Carmon legs flails also at the dispense. Tears still pouring out of him, his arms and legs all did different motions hoping to hit something.
Minutes past, an eerie silence settled down with the darkness as Carmon grew tired of his frantic movement. His screams stopped but echoes on in the endless shadows, powering the darkness. CarmonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s breathing increased rapidly. The disoriented man slowly got up and stared at the ominous dark shadows. They stared back at him from all directions.
Still paranoid he glanced to his left. Darkness. To his right. Darkness. Behind. More darkness! He started whimpering at the thought that his life would be like this forever. Then a muffle was heard to his right. He jerked his rifle around that area and empties his entire clip. The darkness consumed his bullets. Carmon replaced his empty clip for a new one. Then another noise was heard from his right. He repeated the same process.
He kept shooting into the dark that still looms forward, wanting to grab Carmon. The silence settled again, drowning out his own heavy breathing. Carmon stared in the darkness, it consumed his last clip. He threw his gun at rage towards the darkness, adding a new item to the list of the consumed. Tears swell up in his eyes again. Carmon couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t take it anymore.
The darkness grew darker and more powerful by the seconds. Carmon crouched into a field position, unleashing a threshold of tears in the name of ear like a four year old scared of the dark. A pathetic sight for a brave warrior. He cried out, Ã¢â‚¬Å“P-P-PLEASE S-SOMEONE HELP ME! PLAESE HELP! PLEASE, SOMEONE OUT THERE, JUST-JUST HE-HELP ME!Ã¢â‚¬Â He kept shouting his cries, always taking deep breathes of reassurance after every sentence. No one was out there to help. There will never be one. The darkness got to him.
Carmon faded away into now scratching darkness. It was on every single inch of his body. Everywhere he went in his new hell was darkness. Everybody he knew has been consumed by it. The darkness that consumed everything he threw at. Even himself. Even Spartans.
-please when u comment tell what emotions u felt wen readin' this. thnx
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Fist chapter of the Mediavial Wars series! Hope you like!
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Come forth I say! Unsheathe your sword!Ã¢â‚¬Â Luis screamed. Alison did as commanded. As clouds flew overhead creating shadows from the bright sun, the wind blew steadily to the east making the trees jerk correspondence to it. The two men, Luis and Alison, dressed in full armor, shin pads and everything was face to face with their sword and shields ready in their hands.
Alison took a step forward, Luis raised his shield. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Scared are we?Ã¢â‚¬Â Alison commented taking another step.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Me, scared? Lies. I am not scared of no man! I will have your head hanged from my chandeliers by the end of the day, I assure you!Ã¢â‚¬Â Luis took a step backwards.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“That was very disturbing! I hope you are satisfied for you have ruined my feast tonight that I will have after defeating you!Ã¢â‚¬Â Alison took two steps closer.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Big words for such a small man,Ã¢â‚¬Â said Luis. It was true, Alison was only five foot, two. Were as Luis was six feet tall (but very lanky). Ã¢â‚¬Å“Enough gibbery! Let us fight now!Ã¢â‚¬Â Alison screamed as he propelled himself forward in a charging motion. Luis took a defense position behind his shield steering worryingly at AlisonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s charge.
Seconds became minutes, minutes became hours as Alison drew nearer and nearer. Ã¢â‚¬Å“AHHHHHHH...,Ã¢â‚¬Â Alison screamed when he was only a few feet away, triggering Luis to scream, Ã¢â‚¬Å“AHHHHHH,Ã¢â‚¬Â in fear.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHÃ¢â‚¬Â¦wait,Ã¢â‚¬Â Alison halted in mid war cry. Ã¢â‚¬Å“What the hell is that?Ã¢â‚¬Â Alison pointed in the sky behind Luis.
Luis still screaming, Ã¢â‚¬Å“AHHHHHHHHH!Ã¢â‚¬Â
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Hey shut upÃ¢â‚¬Â¦errÃ¢â‚¬Â¦whatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s your name?Ã¢â‚¬Â
Ã¢â‚¬Å“AHHÃ¢â‚¬Â¦uhÃ¢â‚¬Â¦um, Luis?Ã¢â‚¬Â He lowered his shield slowly watching Alison carefully incase it was a trick.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Well shut up Luis! Now, what the hell is that?Ã¢â‚¬Â Alison pointed at the same spot in the sky.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“But it wouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t be proper greeting unless you tell me your name,Ã¢â‚¬Â Luis said now stepping a bit closer to Alison. Still not looking at what he is pointing at. Luis asks, Ã¢â‚¬Å“So what IS you name?Ã¢â‚¬Â
Alison flails his arms maniacally in the air, Ã¢â‚¬Å“AARG! ALISON! MY NAME IS ALISON! NOW LOOK BEHIND YOU!Ã¢â‚¬Â Luis practically ignored that and shoved an opened hand in AlisonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s face. Ã¢â‚¬Å“WhatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s this?Ã¢â‚¬Â
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Why itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s a fellow hand shake to compromise our new friendshipÃ¢â‚¬Â¦Ã¢â‚¬Â
Ã¢â‚¬Å“J-JUST FORGET ABOUT ME AND LOOK BEHIND YOU!Ã¢â‚¬Â AlisonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s face is now fiery red of anger, while LuisÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s hand is still hovering in the air. Ã¢â‚¬Å“UGH!Ã¢â‚¬Â He shook LuisÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s hand.
Seconds past and the two warriors have held hands since. The expression on LuisÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s face concerns Alison, who is now getting angrier. The smile Luis is projecting widens more. Ã¢â‚¬Å“O.K. GET OFF!Ã¢â‚¬Â He pulled his hand out of LuisÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s grip. Ã¢â‚¬Å“NOW LOOK! LOOK BEHIND YOU!Ã¢â‚¬Â
Now Alison is staring at what he is pointing at, eyes gaping. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Jesus, itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s getting closer.Ã¢â‚¬Â A lurching shadow loomed over Luis now. Ã¢â‚¬Å“What the hell is that?Ã¢â‚¬Â Alison said quivering now.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“I do believe the term is Ã¢â‚¬Ëœwhat THEE hell is that?Ã¢â‚¬â„¢Ã¢â‚¬Â LuisÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s correction made Alison stomp repeatedly.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“God almighty help me!Ã¢â‚¬Â Alison said, palms pressed together in a prayer from. Ã¢â‚¬Å“O.K. What Ã¢â‚¬ËœTHEEÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ hell is that? WHAT Ã¢â‚¬ËœTHEEÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ HELL ISÃ¢â‚¬Â¦Ã¢â‚¬Â Then suddenly it happened in a flash. BAM, right in the kisser! A giant chicken plummeted out of the sky and smashed into Luis, crushing him to a pulp. Ã¢â‚¬Å“OH MY GOD! WHAT Ã¢â‚¬ËœTHEE...I MEAN Ã¢â‚¬ËœTHEÃ¢â‚¬â„¢! WHAT Ã¢â‚¬ËœTHEÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ HELL!?!Ã¢â‚¬Â And as fast as the other one, BAM, right in the kisser! Another giant chicken crushes Alison. Causing severe damage to both menÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s spine and kidneys.
Horrifically, the sudden kinetic force against LuisÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s kidneys crushed his kidney stone, curing him in the process. Unfortunately heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s dead so it wouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t matter.
I know what youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re asking. Where the giant chickens come from? ThatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s an entirely different story only a few miles away. We will visit them to see what theyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re up to. But no now, in the next chapter. Chapter two.
-And so that's how the style of these series will be. The earlier preview was just...well idk, but i decided doing it that way took too long. this way is for efficient!
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Ã¢â‚¬Å“NoÃ¢â‚¬Â¦no, whatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s going on?Ã¢â‚¬Â Spartan-222, Alyx, looked through her sniper scope at a devastating sight. Red base is crumbling down, with blue team in it. And Sarge.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“You know we have to do something. About Sarge,Ã¢â‚¬Â said Spartan-057, Chris, who was monitoring 002Ã¢â‚¬â„¢s, Pam, vital signs. Spartan-112, Mitch, 057, 222, and 002 are positioned on a nearby cliff away from the carnage going on in their base. Explosions, yells, screams, blurred figures, and blue plasma appearing out of thin air covered every square inch of red base. ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s a terrifying sight for any red.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Yea, I know. But those thingsÃ¢â‚¬Â¦what were they?Ã¢â‚¬Â asked Alyx. Ã¢â‚¬Å“They wereÃ¢â‚¬Â¦invisible. One looked as if it was smiling when is saw me. I really donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t want to go back in there.Ã¢â‚¬Â
Ã¢â‚¬Å“But Sarge would go in; heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d do the same to us, and the flag!Ã¢â‚¬Â Everyone besides 002 laughed at ChrisÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s joke. They knew Sarge as to always put the flag in front of everything else, even his squad.
Everyone jumped (besides 002) at the sudden explosion. This one was particularly louder than the other. But instead it wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t from red base. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Were the hell did that come from?Ã¢â‚¬Â Alyx questioned, looking at Mitch for an answer knowing he doesnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t have one, Ã¢â‚¬Å“*sighs* I hope Sarge is O.K. He couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t have survived in there this long.Ã¢â‚¬Â Alyx sounded more worried by the second.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“WeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢Ã¢â‚¬â„¢ what are we waiting for?Ã¢â‚¬Â 057 said as he picked his shotgun. Ã¢â‚¬Å“This is our base and a bunch of disfigured freaks in cloaking devices aint gona take is away from us! We donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t know how many are there or what theyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re capable of but we do know weÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re we heading intoÃ¢â‚¬Â¦and we sure as hell know how to shoot!Ã¢â‚¬Â
Ã¢â‚¬Å“YEA!!Ã¢â‚¬Â Alyx and Mitch cheered with pride and grabbed their weapons.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“O.K. reds! LetÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s move out!Ã¢â‚¬Â 057 was about to head down the slope to the ground when he a familiar voice.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“ArenÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t you forgetting someone?Ã¢â‚¬Â the voice came from were 002 laid. Chris spun around and gasped in his astonishment. 002 was gracefully getting up with ease showing no sign of injuries. Ã¢â‚¬Å“And IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll be glad to help Sarge out in his time of need.Ã¢â‚¬Â Pam picked up his Battle Rifle. 057 patted him on the shoulder.
Time to kick some ass.
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Ã¢â‚¬Å“THE ENEMY BREACHED THROUGH OUR DEFENSES! ALL RED SPARTANS PREPARE FOR BATTLE AND PROTECT THE FLAG AT ALL COST!!Ã¢â‚¬Â I took my Battle Rifle and headed for battle. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m Spartan-o84 or Sarge of Red Team. I left the communication room and ran downstairs, rifle ready. (2nd floor. Two more and IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m at the basement). Loud gunfire goes off from outside, but the explosions lessened. (Need to hurry, fast!) Ã¢â‚¬Å“222, report. WhatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s your status?Ã¢â‚¬Â (static) Ã¢â‚¬Å“222, report! (static) Ã¢â‚¬Å“222, COME IN! REPORT YOUR STATUS!Ã¢â‚¬Â (More static) Ã¢â‚¬Å“DAMMIT!Ã¢â‚¬Â
I booked acid down the steps now with my BR hanging loose in my hand. Jumping the last few steps to the 1st floor I stumbled in a mist of smoke. (Great I canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t see a thing!) The smoke lead toward a raging fire at the hole of the breach. I trailed my way though the thick smoke with my trigger finger itching for a kill. (With all this smoke I really donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t know how Blue Team can get around.) But, as if what I said made it happen, I tripped face first on the ground from what appears to be a body. (What the hell?) I jumped up and examine the body closer and almost stunned myself from realization. (The bodyÃ¢â‚¬Â¦is blue!?!)
Running like hell to the staircase that leads to the basement I find more bodies, blue and red, all dead. (Pleas the flagÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s O.K. Please the flagÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s O.K.) I hopped five steps at a time. When I got there the base shook again, making me fall to the ground. I looked up and came face to face with a dead blue. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Shit!Ã¢â‚¬Â I jumped up and saw the flags intact. (Oh thank God!) But 002 isnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t here. (Crap) Ã¢â‚¬Å“057, come in. 222, report. 112, statuses!Ã¢â‚¬Â (static again) Ã¢â‚¬Å“Where is everyone?Ã¢â‚¬Â
A shimmering disoriented figure that I can see through walked up to me menacingly. Ã¢â‚¬Å“The hell isÃ¢â‚¬Â¦Ã¢â‚¬Â Blue plasma appeared out of thin air in front of the figure. I dove left and took cover behind an ammo crate.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Damn blues! Your trick wonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t work!Ã¢â‚¬Â I fired my BR at the figure that tried to dodge but had its shield decapitated. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Got you now!Ã¢â‚¬Â
I leaped from cover, ran to the figure, and piled down the bud of my rifle in what to appear to be the figures head. Blue blood splattered on my armor and visor. Too much for me to see my dead adversary. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Damn right! I kicked yo ass!Ã¢â‚¬Â I turned the visor cleaner on. A red line of light slowly trails from the left of my visor toward the right. Leaving spotless gleam in its wake.
LetÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s see which blue I owned. But before my visor was clean a devastating force jerked me in the back of my head. My sight blurred as the visor cleaner cleaned the last bit of blood. I couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t see the blue but the body looked disfigured for a Spartan. (I guess I did a numbered on him.) I fell to my knees feeling blood trickle down my face. Then the same force strikes my spinal cord disabling my leg movement. I felled as my world around spins into a stupor. (Dammit).
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Ã¢â‚¬Å“We will win, it is inevitable now; the reds are trapped and helpless!Ã¢â‚¬Â ThatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s what I was thinking as I glide toward the carnage in a banshee. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m Spartan-067, or Troy. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m a scout. Our forces are scattered like cockroaches in a dumpster. The Captain said he doesnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t care what we do now as long as it involved capturing the redÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s flag. So I plan on swooping in, literally, with a banshee, take their flag and fly out unharmed.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Downward under me blue tanks shot shells at the red base. I press down on the controls and flash to the crouching red. I press the green flashing button to launch a fuel rod. Through the view screen an energy ball propels downward where it directly hit that red. Ã¢â‚¬Å“YES!Ã¢â‚¬Â I screamed. I turn the Ã¢â‚¬Ëœshee around to pull back but only saw two other reds in view now running upstairs! Ã¢â‚¬Å“Shit.Ã¢â‚¬Â
I push the throttle down and twist it to activate boost, I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t get far enough though when I heard a sniper round go off seconds before my grav pod blew up! Ã¢â‚¬Å“Double shit!Ã¢â‚¬Â My banshee swerved to the left back down to the base with suck force I almost past out. In the view screen a rocket soars straight at me, I try to turn the banshee but knew it was too late! I slammed the eject button seconds from obliteration!
The heat of the blast jammed the eject pod from escaping! Ã¢â‚¬Å“TRIPLE SHIT!!Ã¢â‚¬Â My banshee steers to the back of the base. My heart rate increases as my death awaits only a few meters away. Ã¢â‚¬Å“I got to do something!Ã¢â‚¬Â I press down on the controls like a mad monkey in a testing room. The fuel rod fired down as IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m about to hit the floor but the fuel blast cushions the blow a bit. The whole banshee shakes and tumbles and rolls to a stop like a kid throwing his toy car at a wall.
The pod ejected.
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I HATE THE WAY WEDNESDAY IS SPELLED!!! It should be spelled wensday, the way we all say it! Not wedduhnasday? Wtf is that??......but no that's not what I wanted to talk bout, I might go bac postin' that story every wensday(see how I spelled it!) or thursday(friday the latest) so yea expect one today soon(lies, lies, LIES). I'm goin' to die today! WAH!!! Speakin' of which the reason y I'm sayin' later on today cuz right now for me its 6:58 a.m.(a.m. right? Or is it p.m.? Uh shit I forgot!) and I have been writtin' the storys but just too damn lazy to type it on microsoft word, cuz....I'm fat.............yea.
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