I check all my gear before activating the lift. I only had 3 drums of rockets, a couple of boxes of chain-gun ammo and a box of 20 shells. There was a blue sphere hidden behind a loose panel in the wall so I grabbed that, coupled with the blue armor I found earlier I felt I could take on anything Hell could throw at me.
I kicked on the lift and it took me up through tons of scaffolding and dangling wires, to the top of the anomaly. Once I arrived there were two pillars in the center of the star, and I felt a sudden sense of dread. I hoisted the rocket launcher and stepped off the platform. Once my boot hit the ground the door shot open and two, very pissed off... I dunno what to call them.
They stood 7 feet tall, with the head of a goat, torso of a man that looked like he was chiseled from rock, and long goat legs. In each hand was a glowing green ball of flame. Their eyes were lit from inside with fiery hatred hatred. They knew I was the reason their invasion failed, that I was responsible for blasting all their minions back to hell. And they knew I was there for them. They said as much with their inhuman howls as they charged, ready to tear me apart.
I got two rockets off before I had to dive out of the way. One barreled into the back of the elevator as the next one came up short and scorched the hair off my arms with a fireball. We continued the deadly dance, me pumping rockets into them and they shrug them off like flies. I dodge and weave, avoiding their fireballs. My last rocket took one down, and his brother seemed to get even more pissed off. I tossed the launcher aside and pulled out the chaingun, just as I heard the snorting of a pinkie right behind me.
I whipped around and shoved the barrel in the vile things gaping maw. I pulled the trigger and blasted through the thing into the pack behind him. I heard the sizzling of a fireball hurling through the air, I ducked just it time for it to catch the blown-out pinkie in what was left of it's face. The rest of his horde was filled with more lead than a number-two pencil. And the chaingun was dry, I turned around and tossed the gun to the side, staring down the goat-headed fucker. My shotgun was slung around my back.
He charged, both hands trailing green flames. I yelled and pulled the shotgun around, pumping round after round into his chest and head. He barreled into me with the force of a small truck, my last shot round I put the barrel up under his chin and pulled the trigger, blowing his head clean off. I rolled his stinking carcass off myself then I passed out.
The anomaly, a giant complex built on top of some ancient ruins the first survey found. No wonder this place was kept under wraps. The tech here is like nothing I've ever seen, weirder is how quiet it is here. The occasional grunt or snort of a pinky or the sound of clawed feet tapping against the metal floors. Guess I'll enter the complex now, hopefully the source of this invasion is inside.
Well that was satisfying. Walk into the base and twelve pinkies just sittin around a slime pool, themselves surrounded by slime barrels. One rocket into the middle of the group led to one of the most spectacular explosions I've seen. Blood and slime every-fuggin-where. Found one of the UAC automaps and loaded it into the PDA, surprisingly simple layout for this base, no clue why they shaped it like a star on top of a wand though.
Went through the north door, wall closed behind me, not sure why, it didn't sound mechanical either. Two rooms, one on the left, one on the right. Filled with pinkies, they ate my bullets and the rooms gave me some back as a reward. Nothing left in this place but an elevator up located in the center of the star.
Must be where I'm headin next...
Walking through what I assume to be the Phobos Labs was quite the unnerving experience, even with all the other shit going on here. Demonic aberrations strung up on dissection tables or suspended in tanks full of formaldehyde (still alive too!) with tubes all over their bodies.
Ran into a pack of the nasty pink critters, they seemed hungry so I fed them some rockets, even after the garish feast they were working on before I interrupted.
Picked up a prototype x390 Chaingun from one of the weapons labs, hurls death at 1000 rounds a minute. Glad the new matter compression backpacks finally work correctly else all this shit would be heavy.
More demonic symbols everywhere, blood painting the walls and mixing with the slime vats. Saw a room that looked like a human meat locker with grisly cadavers hanging from the ceiling and the Bony Brown Shit-Stains going to town on them. They made good practice for the Chaingun.
Found another blue sphere and some weird blue armor. It's lighter than my green combat jacket and has the same bluish color as the sphere. It seems pretty sturdy and my current jacket is shot anyways.
I'm working my way towards what a lot of the PDAs I've found refer to as the anomaly. Maybe there I can find some answers. Whoever is commanding these hellspawn has a rendezvous with my boot, the location, their ass.
I'm dying... these hellspawn are going to kill me. NO! I can't have that, I'll give them a fate worse than the hellfire they came from!
*Cough Cough* Ugh, more blood, thought the beasts clawed most if it out of me...
The only thing keeping me going is pure vengeance. That pink thing. It must be one of hell's pitbulls cause it bit and would not let go, good thing it went for the shotgun as I pulled the trigger. Go this hurts so much...
It was then I can upon a strange blue face suspended in a sphere. It's eyes a liquid blue and silent scream on it's lips. I tentatively crawled closer and it shot straight into my chest. Instantly my wounds started to heal, I felt like I had gotten 2 days worth of sleep in an instant. I am awake, I am pissed off, and I just found a god-damned rocket-laucher!
I scooped up the weapon and grinned evilly. Now, we can level the playing field.
"I... I think I'm going to be sick. I've seen some grisly shit in my time as a Marine but this, this is ungodly."
The scene before me was just inhuman, bodies hacked limb from limb, a pentagram drawn on the floor in human blood and entrails. Severed and charred heads at each point of the star, and in the middle of the wretched symbol, a man ripped open from neck to pelvis, impaled on a spike, and he was still alive.
I left the room, hatred burning in my veins. Who, or what ever did this. They, will, pay. I rounded the corner and saw a black med-kit hanging from the wall. It was labeled "Adrenaline and Regeneration Enhancement Kit." I pocketed it for now, thinking that could be useful for later.
I found some logs on a few of the PDAs scattered throughout the base, apparently Deimos moon and the base with it just vanished out of the sky about a week before they tried to fire up that damned portal.
I don't really have time to contemplate the implications of these findings because right around the next corner was a monstrous, pink abomination.
"Oh Jesus Christ! What in the Hell was that thing!?" I yelled at no-one in particular, probably not a good thing to do considering the rest of the base was quiet as the grave. A weird brown humanoid with bone white spikes came out of the shadows and clawed clean through my armor. I kicked it away and took it's head off with my last shotgun round, but damn was it rough.
"First, I get shipped off to the back water hole for disobeying an order to fire on civilians. Yeah you heard me. THEN not even a day to get my shit unpacked, we're invaded by god-damned demons! What, the fuck?"
I cursed and kicked the vile things corpse before collapsing in a corner, luckily there were some more shotgun rounds nearby, located rather strangely, right next to a med-station with some bio-gel.
"I've been shot at by humans, or well, former humans, then got the piss torn out of my side. Through friggin military grade nano-kevlar!" I growled all this out through the horrific stinging of the bio-gel closing the wound. "I've got to find a way off this god forsaken rock."
I crept down the halls, nothing but my pistol between me and the darkness. I could hear screams and inhuman growls over my comm-unit, and smell the stench of death everywhere. Something happened when they fired up that portal, all hell broke loose. I rounded the corner to find another human, he must have heard me because he whipped around and brought a shotgun to bear.
His eyes, I will never forget those eyes. Completely devoid of humanity, burning with a cold inner fire. He squeezed the trigger and caught me full in the chest. My combat plate absorbed most of the blast but it still hurt like hell. I fired off a few rounds from my pistol catch him in the head before the magazine ran dry.
I sat there, shivering as the adrenaline coursed through my veins. I popped another clip into my pistol, I only have one extra left. I creep over and check the corpse, his blood is black, the skin white, and he's riddled with bullets. I grab the shotgun checking the chamber and grabbing what little ammo he had left. I wonder just how I'm going to survive this invasion...
I haven't written in about a week. I feel like I've hit a dead end. So it's time to blaze a trail! Burn through the brush, create a new path! I've started playing Skyrim again, and Morrowind. Both being amazing games. Vicki just walked back in from her lunch.
Kind of a slow day for my brain, been really tired and groggy all day, even after my walk. Just thinking about it makes me yawn. we don't have any rooms coming up except one, be back in a bit.
OKAY! I'm back 1;45 to go. The eclipse is tonight, that'll be cool. Too bad I've got to work and won't get to watch a lot of it.
doing some SQL stuff to get the hang of it on codeacademy. Other than that not a lot going on here at the library.
I'm also getting a little hungry, and will have to check second floor here in a few. Yaaay stairs, welp outta time, be back later.
I need a character, they need to be strong, maybe a little cocky, cursed with a terrible power, and perfectly willing to use it. They won't be evil for no-one truly is. They will have the motivations, even if they are based in sins.
I need a character, to write into my stories. The only thing they care about is gold, fame, and glory. They love the colors black and gold. For what reason they do not know.
I need a character, whose objective are stark and clear. They want to change the world someday, and that time is near.
This character is a woman I think, and that will be a challenge to write. I've never considered a female antagonist, because I'm not very bright (haha.)
So there is a bit of creation, in the random rhyme. There would be more to add to this but I am out of time.
After the craziness that ensued with the corrupt almond. The trio of adventures, two dwarves and a wizard, continued on in the dungeon. After climbing up some scaffolding trying to get to a control box the dwarf Cyruss noticed more specters down below. He fired off a crossbow bolt into the throg, alerting the wizard, Exon, while the other dwarf climbed higher. Exon channeled the magic boiling in his blood, tapping into reserves he didn't know where there. He thrust forward his hands invoking the spell. The multitudes of energy darts blasted forth as he cackled like a madman, feeling the power surge through his being, blasting his enemies into oblivion. Cyruss just looked at the frail mage in surprised fear, wondering what exactly his companion is capable of.