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| - | Fuck weapons and Fuck light, someone is in your house and that is NOT OK! You practically kick down your door, | + | Fuck weapons and Fuck light, someone is in your house and that is NOT OK! You practically kick down your door, sending it slamming against the wall. You can't see shit, but you remember the layout of your house. Directly in front of you is your office, were the door should be closed. To your left is the Bathroom, and the right is the staircase. You take long steps toward the staircase, adrenaline coursing through your veins. You hear someone running up the stairs toward you "''Hey bud''-" You leap at the intruder from the top staircase with a cry, slamming into the large figure and sending you both flailing to the ground. You punch wildly, with a few solid hits your only reward, but the large attacker soon over powers you and pins you against the wall. You try to fight back, until the intruder speaks again |
"'' HOLY SHIT DUDE!! Calm down, its me, Fred!''" You stop fighting as you recognize your oldest friend "''Fred?! what the FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE!!!''" Fred lets go of you and pulls out a flash light, revealing his face. | "'' HOLY SHIT DUDE!! Calm down, its me, Fred!''" You stop fighting as you recognize your oldest friend "''Fred?! what the FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE!!!''" Fred lets go of you and pulls out a flash light, revealing his face. | ||
| - | A tall guy, around 6'7, he is massive. He towers over you, with the same grin that is always on his face. Black shaggy hair, and tan skin and dark green eyes, he wore a large grey Trench coat. The side of his face slowly turns purple from one of your hits, though he doesn't seem to notice. He looks over you before talking again "''I assume you've seen whats going on outside?''" You shake your head no "''I was a little preoccupied with a fucking home invasion''" Fred laughs before heading upstairs. He walks into your room and practically rips the blinds off the window. | + | A tall guy, around 6'7, he is massive. He towers over you, with the same grin that is always plastered on his face. Black shaggy hair, and tan skin and dark green eyes, he wore a large grey Trench coat. The side of his face slowly turns purple from one of your hits, though he doesn't seem to notice. He looks over you before talking again "''I assume you've seen whats going on outside?''" You shake your head no "''I was a little preoccupied with a fucking home invasion''" Fred laughs before heading upstairs. He walks into your room and practically rips the blinds off the window. |
| - | You live in a small town named Yankee Creek Village, a nice quiet town with friendly occupants. The town is West to a creek, across from which was a large forest, then a mountain with the Power Station, ran by a corporation known as GEPS (the Global Empowerment Society), that powered the whole region behind it. To the East was | + | You live in a small town named Yankee Creek Village, a nice quiet town with friendly occupants. The town is West to a creek, across from which was a large forest, then a mountain with the Power Station, ran by a corporation known as GEPS (the Global Empowerment Society), that powered the whole region behind it. To the East was Braxon City, where most people worked. It was a crowded Place filled with Skyscrapers that touched the sky. At night, the city usually produced enough light to be seen from your house, a good eleven miles away. But as you looked, their lights were off too. The glow appeared to come from behind the mountain, a red fog that produced a eerie glow. As you watched, the fog seemed to snake down the mountain at a constant speed. You found yourself memorized by this, until another clatter downstairs snapped you out of it. You were pretty sure now, something was not right. The Neighborhood was silent, no sign of your neighbors waking up and seeing this themselves. You slowly mutter "''What the fuck...''" Fred just nods, before he turns around and starts opening your drawers and going through them. You turn to him, more than a little annoyed "''So, you gonna tell me what the Hell is going on?''" Fred just talks over his shoulder, still looking "''I'll tell you later, when we have time. Hey, where is your gun? could have sworn you had one''" You sigh, walking into the hallway "''It's in the attic. Give me some light and i'll get it''" Fred tosses the flashlight, and you pull down the ladder, heading up to the attic. Up there is a chest that is full of your granddads stuff from WW2. Next to it is your rifle. An AR-15 you bought in case of emergencies, and you think this qualifies as a emergency. You pick it up, along with the ammo, before heading back down. Fred was in the middle of packing some clothes into a back pack. He turns toward you, and grins when he see's the rifle. You sling it around your shoulder, before repeating your question "''So, you gonna tell me whats going on?''" Fred ignores you. You repeat yourself a little louder. Fred sighs and looks you in the eye, no longer grinning as he spoke "''I would tell you, but we don't have time right now. So please, just go downstairs and get some food''" |
*[[CYS: Press him for answers]] | *[[CYS: Press him for answers]] | ||
Current revision as of 08:38, 14 March 2019
Fuck weapons and Fuck light, someone is in your house and that is NOT OK! You practically kick down your door, sending it slamming against the wall. You can't see shit, but you remember the layout of your house. Directly in front of you is your office, were the door should be closed. To your left is the Bathroom, and the right is the staircase. You take long steps toward the staircase, adrenaline coursing through your veins. You hear someone running up the stairs toward you "Hey bud-" You leap at the intruder from the top staircase with a cry, slamming into the large figure and sending you both flailing to the ground. You punch wildly, with a few solid hits your only reward, but the large attacker soon over powers you and pins you against the wall. You try to fight back, until the intruder speaks again
" HOLY SHIT DUDE!! Calm down, its me, Fred!" You stop fighting as you recognize your oldest friend "Fred?! what the FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE!!!" Fred lets go of you and pulls out a flash light, revealing his face.
A tall guy, around 6'7, he is massive. He towers over you, with the same grin that is always plastered on his face. Black shaggy hair, and tan skin and dark green eyes, he wore a large grey Trench coat. The side of his face slowly turns purple from one of your hits, though he doesn't seem to notice. He looks over you before talking again "I assume you've seen whats going on outside?" You shake your head no "I was a little preoccupied with a fucking home invasion" Fred laughs before heading upstairs. He walks into your room and practically rips the blinds off the window.
You live in a small town named Yankee Creek Village, a nice quiet town with friendly occupants. The town is West to a creek, across from which was a large forest, then a mountain with the Power Station, ran by a corporation known as GEPS (the Global Empowerment Society), that powered the whole region behind it. To the East was Braxon City, where most people worked. It was a crowded Place filled with Skyscrapers that touched the sky. At night, the city usually produced enough light to be seen from your house, a good eleven miles away. But as you looked, their lights were off too. The glow appeared to come from behind the mountain, a red fog that produced a eerie glow. As you watched, the fog seemed to snake down the mountain at a constant speed. You found yourself memorized by this, until another clatter downstairs snapped you out of it. You were pretty sure now, something was not right. The Neighborhood was silent, no sign of your neighbors waking up and seeing this themselves. You slowly mutter "What the fuck..." Fred just nods, before he turns around and starts opening your drawers and going through them. You turn to him, more than a little annoyed "So, you gonna tell me what the Hell is going on?" Fred just talks over his shoulder, still looking "I'll tell you later, when we have time. Hey, where is your gun? could have sworn you had one" You sigh, walking into the hallway "It's in the attic. Give me some light and i'll get it" Fred tosses the flashlight, and you pull down the ladder, heading up to the attic. Up there is a chest that is full of your granddads stuff from WW2. Next to it is your rifle. An AR-15 you bought in case of emergencies, and you think this qualifies as a emergency. You pick it up, along with the ammo, before heading back down. Fred was in the middle of packing some clothes into a back pack. He turns toward you, and grins when he see's the rifle. You sling it around your shoulder, before repeating your question "So, you gonna tell me whats going on?" Fred ignores you. You repeat yourself a little louder. Fred sighs and looks you in the eye, no longer grinning as he spoke "I would tell you, but we don't have time right now. So please, just go downstairs and get some food"
