DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT, I hate getting stuck behind after key story elements.....so I will have just woken up. Feel free to stumble upon me in a post.
"Hmmm .....Wha-, what happened" Raul muttered as he finally came to.
After finally getting to his feet he began to walk along slowly, still a little bewildered as he had failed to notice the expanded size of the current room he was residing in or the lack of people there was earlier.
I....I wonder if the Con is over for the night, he pondered to himself, but surely someone would've taken notice to me.
"HELLO," Raul yelled out, hoping to find someone to give him answers.
He continued to walk down the aisle he was on, although feeling his gear had taken on a little extra weight, he thought nothing of it.....
I need to quit writing when I'm exhausted, truly it makes creating a quality post much more difficult, sorry for this lackluster post
"Alright then."
In one quick movement Marcus holstered his pistol and ran over,skidding a few centimetres from the man,he stood and extended a hand.
"Marcus Sinclair,but it appears I'm Vash the Stampede now."
He gestured to his costume.
"Lo there!" Shaun cried, resting his gunblade on the assassin's shoulder. He'd spotted the man clad in white wandering around as if he didn't know where he was, and decided to use this as an opportunity to obtain his first ally. "Now, could you do me a favour? I'm looking to kill the guy in charge of all this, and I was wondering if you might be willing to help? Before you answer, you might want to take into account that I've got a very sharp thing angled towards your spine..."
Meanwhile, the man upstairs was sulking. When he'd last checked his monitors, he'd noticed that about seventy percent of the candidates were playing the game as it was supposed to be played, and a further ten percent were heading towards the stairs in order to get at him. This was all well and good, except that it meant one fifth of all the people in the convention were sitting around doing nothing. The man glanced at one of the screens on his display, the one linked to the conference room. What he saw made him so angry he almost put a fist through the monitor. There were roughly ten people in that room, and instead of massacring themselves they were all just twiddling their thumbs! His hands shaking with rage, the man reached for a walkie-talkie at his belt.
"Ant?" He asked, holding the device up to his ear. "Conference room, first floor. No survivors."
A young man dressed in all black, with red streaks dyed into his dark hair, walked casually towards the conference room. He'd had his orders, but that didn't mean he had to enjoy them. A Human Torch snuck up behind him, and without turning Anthony drew the machine-gun strapped to his back, pointed it at him and loosed three bullets into his chest, killing him dead. He re-sheathed the gun and continued walking until he reached his destination, before trying the door. Sealed. Of course it was. Without hesitating, Ant drew a knife from its sheath by his belt and cut an Anthony-shaped hole in the wall next to him. He stepped inside, tilted his head to avoid a thrown knife, and got to work. Ant vanished, leaving behind a black blur. He reappeared behind a cosplayer and shanked them in the back, killing them, then moved on to another and did the same, then another. He was moving at such a speed that the survivors were having trouble defending against his attacks, and he finished off another panicking two before moving on to the last little group of survivors. Putting the knife away, he drew his gun again and loosed his bullets at a pair standing close to one another; one of them deflected the bullets coming at him with a magical force-field of some sort, but that left his back exposed, and Ant used that oppurtunity to flash behind him and finish him with the knife. There were now only three; the two giving the presentation, dressed as characters from Castlevania, and a worried-looking Yuki Nagato. Hell. That could be problematic. Ant reached into his pocket and pulled out a glowing green crystal.
"Chaos control," he silently muttered. And everything went grey. The slightest movements in the room ceased, and Anthony walked over to the Yuki and stabbed her; again and again, about fifty times in total. "Time resumes," he muttered, and Yuki died. He turned to the remaining two, holding the machine-gun in one hand and his knife in the other, and said, "Hello. Anthony Darkside. I'm actually quite a big fan, so, uh, could I get an autograph before I end your lives?"
Timotei, were you really attached to those NPCs, or are you alright with me sacrificing them for the sake of plot advancement?
´´Wilde Beest. Here I got a spare comm, it will let use keep touch.´´
Give´s a spare comm to Marcus.
´´But mind my asking but who the heck is Vash the Stampede?´´
Marcus looked shock.
"Have you never watched Trigun? Assuming we survive this mess you need to watch it,and thanks."
He turned on his heel and ran off in search of others,silently be shocked. How can no one have watched Trigun?
Why did he run off without checking if the comm actually worked?
´´He Marcus can you hear me?´´ he said in to the mic, while he is running the other way.
Suddenly a bullet hits his helmet and ricochet away.
´´Crap, he Marcus you still there? Seems I got a sniper taking potshots at me.´´ He yells in to the mic while his diving for cover. Just hope he does not have any explosives with him, now where is he.
Sees a piece of broken mirror laying on the ground. Now lets where he is.
Marcus skidded to a stop and turned around again,he began to run as fast as he could, which was pretty fast.
"I'll be there in a moment."
And he was,he skidded on the floor and shot vaguely where he though the sniper would be.
´´He is up on the railing to the left where you just shoot´´ He said to Marcus
´´I can lay down some covering fire for you, while you flank him. He probable plays to much shooter games, seeing as he has not moved after taking all those shoots. Here check for your self.´´ Hands the broken mirror to Marcus
Marcus took the mirror and looked,spotting the sniper.
"Ah,that makes our job easier."
He nodded and flipped over the cover,then ran to his position,firing at the Sniper all the way.
As Wilde covered Marcus, he failed to notice the large balding man with the enormous gun sneaking up behind him.
"TIME TO HIDE, COWARD!" the fat man yelled in a bad russian accent, before opening fire and driving Wilde behind cover.
Meanwhile, as Marcus ran, another man in a blue shirt with a cap on his head and a shotgun in his hands came up to run alongside him. The man pointed his gun at Marcus's head, and demonstrated his terrible aim by missing from about five feet away. The Sniper, unfortunately, didn't have such poor aim, and he sent a bullet whizzing past Marcus's head, making his ears ring.
"Shit."
Marcus again dropped to the ground and skidded,first putting two bullets in the man with the shotgun's kneecaps,then putting a bullet in the snipers,the stood back up and let a few bullets off in the direction of the fat man.
´´Crap. MMM lets see, looks like the heavy.´´
Pulled of a frag grenade from his armor, prime´s it and throws it to the fat men.
´´Here catch, a sandvich´´
Dante made it to the doorway that lead into the main convention center. Dante then opened the door and heard gun fire coming from across the room. Dante didn't have time to bother with them as the stair well was in sight and the faster he got there the better.
Dante started across the room and made it about half way before a repulsor ray blew apart the booth in front of him. Dante stopped and turned to see a man in an iron man costume was aiming his arm at him. Dante knew that his geass wouldn't be effective due to the helmet that man was wearing.
Dante then took notice of this person's incredibly large gut that the costume wasn't covering before the powers became under the cosplayer's control. Dante dived to the side as the repulsor ray went through the space that Dante was previously occupying. Dante took out his pistol and took aim at the man's stomach and fired. Two bullets hit home and the man's arm dropped to his stomach grabbing it in pain. This man must have been incredibly stupid because when he grabbed his stomach he fired a repulsor ray into his stomach cutting himself in half.
Dante saw this and face palmed at his stupidity. I wonder if this counts towards my kill count or if suicide negates this?
I'm actually wondering that. If an NPC commits suicide does it count towards my kill count? Will this differ if they commit suicide when I tell them to die with my geass power?
I'm actually wondering that. If an NPC commits suicide does it count towards my kill count? Will this differ if they commit suicide when I tell them to die with my geass power?
Jack crawled into the sealed room.
"If anyone can help and doesn't feel like killing me I'd be happy" He said in his best Sam fisher voice.
"Solid Snake tore me up."
"I'm sorry, what?" The Heavy looked offended. "You think, because I'm rather on the large side, and clearly not lacking in the strength department, that I'm going to mistake an armed grenade for a sandwich!? Your preconceived opinions astound me, sir! Why, when I was a lad, we-" The grenade went off and the Heavy was blasted into data.
If Wilde and Marcus took the demise of their opponent as a sign that they were out of the woods, they were wrong. Another five men, each a homage to one of the characters from Team Fortress 2, stepped out of the scenery around them. The Pyro, the Engineer and one of his Sentries surrounded Marcus, and Wilde found himself caught between the Soldier, the Medic and the Demoman.
"Mission begins in ten..." the Soldier muttered. He and his men readied their weapons.
As Dante neared the staircase, a looming figure of almost eight feet came into sight. He was wearing a bloodied butcher's smock and holding an enormous knife in one hand. The most daunting thing about this figure was the blood-red pyramid he was wearing on his head. The figure picked up a walkie-talkie by his feet and held it out to Dante.
"DANTE, MY BOY!" an annoyingly familiar voice called out. "I'M SURPRISED TO SEE YOU WERE THE FIRST ONE TO MAKE IT TO THE STAIRS, WHAT WITH YOUR COSTUME BEING BLOODY USELESS AND ALL!" The voice laughed, as if he and Dante were old friends. "HAHA, GOOD TIMES... ANYWAY, YOU NEED TO BEAT THIS PYRAMID HEAD IF YOU WANT TO PASS. IT SHOULD BE PRETTY TRICKY FOR YOU, SINCE HIS HELMET WILL BLOCK YOUR GEASS, BUT HAVE NO FEAR! THERE'S A COUPLE OF BLOKES HEADING YOUR WAY, SO IF YOU CAN HOLD OUT UNTIL THEY TURN UP, YOU SHOULD HAVE A FIGHTING CHANCE! WELP, GOOD LUCK!" The Pyramid Head dropped the walkie-talkie on the ground and stepped on it, crushing it into its' base components, before swinging his huge knife at Dante's head.
"James!" A voice rang out behind him. James turned around to spy his friend dressed as Roland. Rather than wave, like you'd expect a friend to, Roland pointed his assault rifle at James's chest. "James, I'm sorry, man. Really, really sorry. But I don't want to die here..." Roland started firing, round after round, all the while shouting "I'm sorry" at the top of his lungs.
"You alright, mate?" Shaun asked, his gunblade still relaxed on Raul's shoulder. "You aren't saying much..."
Marcus looked around himself,then smiled,the he held up a hand,ready to snap.
"Hello gentlemen,how may I help you?"
This was going to be fun,especially if it all went to shit,the kept a hand hovering over the holstered revolver. 9..8..7..6..5..4..3..2..1..
He snapped his fingers and his arm changed,he speedily removed the revolver from it's holster and span round quickly,firing all the way.
Jack was ignored and climbed back to the vent.
"Freaking useless."
He crawled through the vent and noticed a pyramid head.
Jank climbed from the vent and hung behind him.
Jack unleashed most of his airfoil rounds into him...
''AAAh Guten tag Her Doctor, was sind die Diagnose?'' He asked the Medic will he preps a smoke grenade.
Dropped the grenade at his feet.
''Hope you can see well enough laddy's'' He say's will the smoke envelops him.
Actives his thermal vision and started fingering.
A man in a black suit with goggles that had three lenses dropped behind it and opened fire. Dante didn't know who he was cosplaying as but didn't give a shit as long as it wasn't himself who was getting shot at. Dante watched as the Pyramid Head turned around to the man in black as it that ammo just passed through it. Dante quickly took this opportunity to run up the stairs and fire his pistol into the back of it's knees. The Pyramid head dropped to the ground and Dante knocked it flat. Taking this opportunity Dante fire a shot into its elbows and looked up at the guy who just distracted this freak.
"Don't know who you are. Don't care who you are. I won't kill you, you won't kill me. Now lets get the fuck out of this stair well before this thing get's back up. Dante turned and ran down the stairs as narrow hallways would be hell to take this thing on in; plus the guy on the radio said more people were coming in this direction so they might gets some back up to take this thing down.
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