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15 years ago
Ok this is all from a very recent dream I wish to share for all my watchers and what not enjoy
So the year was unknown to me at the time in my fictional world of a dream it all began as I suddenly woke up in a elevator. An unusual construction type elvatorf as there was nothing but completed walls behind me but unconstructed walls infront of me. Peering through the gaps i could easily see mountains...red mountans and an equally hazey red sky. As I looked around there were only two people in front of me, side by side. Both wore an interesting seemingly pladdded and slightly armroed white trench coats. I would try to speak but something prevented me from talking as I looked dumbfoundy at the both who faced away from me.
The man on the right suddenly looked down to his left hand where there was a small blue orb in it that pulsated and then opened up into a menu hud similiar to the game i played earlier. While trying to figure out the make out of the image the man on the opposite side told us or perhaps me that the goal was to escape. Reach the drop point and collect as many samples as possibl. All I couild do is nod then the other man said something but couldnt hear as the air was suddenly gagged out by the screams of unknown creatures.
It didnt take long for me to realize I was in some kind of suit and mask heavly armored...heavy yet flexiable when an undead dashed at the entrance that was sealed and made several dents to it. I looked about almost calmy and almost instinctvly as I drew out a plasma cutter, I did not question how and when it all happened but the room began to smell of pissbefore I looekd to see the man on the right shivering...peeing himself. The door were forcfully opened to a small hole as the necromorph tried to wedge inside thats where i blasted it to bits with two shots at tthe propoer limb location. IT fell dead shortly and the door was blasted open by my suit's gravity push at the palm of my hand there we quickly dashed through the seamingly vacant but gory ground.
Bits and pieces of people before me laid awaste at corners as we bolted to the neighboring building. Our first objective were samples which I was able to collect with the occasional ambuse of necros. Most of them a wild exotic yet disgusting hybrid of creatures in my midn similiar ot Dead space 1 and 2. I took a few hits even pierced at one poin but strangely was able to move as if nothing happened but just slower.[The rest got blurry after that so up to the end] by the time we came to our escape ship we were ambused by hordes of heavy pregnants or what looked like pregnants with notoriusly huge sycthe hands yet slim to thick bodies. Out of the monstrosities I took out these were the hardest to kill and where I bled the most. I took several hips at various limb areas and who knows how many around my waist. The panicking scientist all but fleeing into the ship as it started up and myself lmping to the door before it closes however before i could i was spun around and stared straight at the face of the Tank.
Battered and low on ammo I did the most futiliest move which somehow saved my life. Taking advantage of the gravity grip I had I folded my fist as tightly as I could, reeling it back my right leg spasmed as it held my weight the most. the tank seemed to be mockming me by readying a fist in almost similiar but more beastial pose and stroke forward two seconds quicker. At this point everything seeemed to have moved in slow motion as I muttered in a peaceful tone(I dont know why I was so calm. Perhaps I knew I was going to die or would make it) "Time...to go..." jsut as my first surged forward. The gravity around it distorted and heavy as it slowly consumed my right hand and in a violent gush of air I could feel my lungs(finally felt an actual piece of my organ) squeeze and compress and I was jolted backwards, my vision flared to red and barely consciouc and somehow on the floor at the edge of a metallic wall past the door. I could see the brute wailing in what appeared to be agony jsut before itoddly violently imploded into a miserable pile of gore as the doors closed I felt my face crack into a smile and looked at my hand only to stare in utter horror that it was gone. blown off by the distortion of gravity I guessed and looked up to the cieling to hollar in both horrr/pain and victory and then fainted[my dream ended there but then O woke up getting and feeling my face being sliced in portion AND THATS THE END OF MY STORY]So the year was unknown to me at the time in my fictional world of a dream it all began as I suddenly woke up in a elevator. An unusual construction type elvatorf as there was nothing but completed walls behind me but unconstructed walls infront of me. Peering through the gaps i could easily see mountains...red mountans and an equally hazey red sky. As I looked around there were only two people in front of me, side by side. Both wore an interesting seemingly pladdded and slightly armroed white trench coats. I would try to speak but something prevented me from talking as I looked dumbfoundy at the both who faced away from me. THe man on the right suddenly looked down to his left hand where there was a small blue orb in it thatp ulsated and then opened up into a menu hud similiar to the game i played earlier. While trying to figure out the make out of the image the man on the opposite side told us or perhaps me that the goal was to escape. Reach the drop point and collect as many samples as possibl. All I couild do is nod then the other man said something but couldnt hear as the air was suddenly gagged out by the screams of unknown creatures. It didnt take long for me to realize I was in some kind of suit and mask heavly armored...heavy yet flexiable when an undead dashed at the entrance that was sealed and made several dents to it. I looked about almost calmy and almost instinctvly as I drew out a plasma cutter, I did not question how and when it all happened but the room began to smell of pissbefore I looekd to see the man on the right shivering...peeing himself. The door were forcfully opened to a small hole as the necromorph tried to wedge inside thats where i blasted it to bits with two shots at tthe propoer limb location. IT fell dead shortly and the door was blasted open by my suit's gravity push at the palm of my hand there we quickly dashed through the seamingly vacant but gory ground. zbits and pieces of people before me laid awaste at corners as we bolted to the neighboring building. Our first objective were samples which I was able to collect with the occasional ambuse of necros. Most of them a wild exotic yet disgusting hybrid of creatures in my midn similiar ot Dead space 1 and 2. I took a few hits even pierced at one poin but strangely was able to move as if nothing happened but just slower.
[The rest got blurry after that so up to the end] by the time we came to our escape ship we were ambused by hordes of heavy pregnants or what looked like pregnants with notoriusly huge sycthe hands yet slim to thick bodies. Out of the monstrosities I took out these were the hardest to kill and where I bled the most. I took several hips at various limb areas and who knows how many around my waist. The panicking scientist all but fleeing into the ship as it started up and myself lmping to the door before it closes however before i could i was spun around and stared straight at the face of the Tank. Battered and low on ammo I did the most futiliest move which somehow saved my life. Taking advantage of the gravity grip I had I folded my fist as tightly as I could, reeling it back my right leg spasmed as it held my weight the most.
The tank seemed to be mockming me by readying a fist in almost similiar but more beastial pose and stroke forward two seconds quicker. At this point everything seeemed to have moved in slow motion as I muttered in a peaceful tone(I dont know why I was so calm. Perhaps I knew I was going to die or would make it) "Time...to go..." jsut as my first surged forward. The gravity around it distorted and heavy as it slowly consumed my right hand and in a violent gush of air I could feel my lungs(finally felt an actual piece of my organ) squeeze and compress and I was jolted backwards, my vision flared to red and barely consciouc and somehow on the floor at the edge of a metallic wall past the door. I could see the brute wailing in what appeared to be agony jsut before itoddly violently imploded into a miserable pile of gore as the doors closed I felt my face crack into a smile and looked at my hand only to stare in utter horror that it was gone. blown off by the distortion of gravity I guessed and looked up to the cieling to hollar in both horrr/pain and victory and then fainted[my dream ended there but then O woke up getting and feeling my face being sliced in portion AND THATS THE END OF MY STORY]
So the year was unknown to me at the time in my fictional world of a dream it all began as I suddenly woke up in a elevator. An unusual construction type elvatorf as there was nothing but completed walls behind me but unconstructed walls infront of me. Peering through the gaps i could easily see mountains...red mountans and an equally hazey red sky. As I looked around there were only two people in front of me, side by side. Both wore an interesting seemingly pladdded and slightly armroed white trench coats. I would try to speak but something prevented me from talking as I looked dumbfoundy at the both who faced away from me.
The man on the right suddenly looked down to his left hand where there was a small blue orb in it that pulsated and then opened up into a menu hud similiar to the game i played earlier. While trying to figure out the make out of the image the man on the opposite side told us or perhaps me that the goal was to escape. Reach the drop point and collect as many samples as possibl. All I couild do is nod then the other man said something but couldnt hear as the air was suddenly gagged out by the screams of unknown creatures.
It didnt take long for me to realize I was in some kind of suit and mask heavly armored...heavy yet flexiable when an undead dashed at the entrance that was sealed and made several dents to it. I looked about almost calmy and almost instinctvly as I drew out a plasma cutter, I did not question how and when it all happened but the room began to smell of pissbefore I looekd to see the man on the right shivering...peeing himself. The door were forcfully opened to a small hole as the necromorph tried to wedge inside thats where i blasted it to bits with two shots at tthe propoer limb location. IT fell dead shortly and the door was blasted open by my suit's gravity push at the palm of my hand there we quickly dashed through the seamingly vacant but gory ground.
Bits and pieces of people before me laid awaste at corners as we bolted to the neighboring building. Our first objective were samples which I was able to collect with the occasional ambuse of necros. Most of them a wild exotic yet disgusting hybrid of creatures in my midn similiar ot Dead space 1 and 2. I took a few hits even pierced at one poin but strangely was able to move as if nothing happened but just slower.[The rest got blurry after that so up to the end] by the time we came to our escape ship we were ambused by hordes of heavy pregnants or what looked like pregnants with notoriusly huge sycthe hands yet slim to thick bodies. Out of the monstrosities I took out these were the hardest to kill and where I bled the most. I took several hips at various limb areas and who knows how many around my waist. The panicking scientist all but fleeing into the ship as it started up and myself lmping to the door before it closes however before i could i was spun around and stared straight at the face of the Tank.
Battered and low on ammo I did the most futiliest move which somehow saved my life. Taking advantage of the gravity grip I had I folded my fist as tightly as I could, reeling it back my right leg spasmed as it held my weight the most. the tank seemed to be mockming me by readying a fist in almost similiar but more beastial pose and stroke forward two seconds quicker. At this point everything seeemed to have moved in slow motion as I muttered in a peaceful tone(I dont know why I was so calm. Perhaps I knew I was going to die or would make it) "Time...to go..." jsut as my first surged forward. The gravity around it distorted and heavy as it slowly consumed my right hand and in a violent gush of air I could feel my lungs(finally felt an actual piece of my organ) squeeze and compress and I was jolted backwards, my vision flared to red and barely consciouc and somehow on the floor at the edge of a metallic wall past the door. I could see the brute wailing in what appeared to be agony jsut before itoddly violently imploded into a miserable pile of gore as the doors closed I felt my face crack into a smile and looked at my hand only to stare in utter horror that it was gone. blown off by the distortion of gravity I guessed and looked up to the cieling to hollar in both horrr/pain and victory and then fainted[my dream ended there but then O woke up getting and feeling my face being sliced in portion AND THATS THE END OF MY STORY]So the year was unknown to me at the time in my fictional world of a dream it all began as I suddenly woke up in a elevator. An unusual construction type elvatorf as there was nothing but completed walls behind me but unconstructed walls infront of me. Peering through the gaps i could easily see mountains...red mountans and an equally hazey red sky. As I looked around there were only two people in front of me, side by side. Both wore an interesting seemingly pladdded and slightly armroed white trench coats. I would try to speak but something prevented me from talking as I looked dumbfoundy at the both who faced away from me. THe man on the right suddenly looked down to his left hand where there was a small blue orb in it thatp ulsated and then opened up into a menu hud similiar to the game i played earlier. While trying to figure out the make out of the image the man on the opposite side told us or perhaps me that the goal was to escape. Reach the drop point and collect as many samples as possibl. All I couild do is nod then the other man said something but couldnt hear as the air was suddenly gagged out by the screams of unknown creatures. It didnt take long for me to realize I was in some kind of suit and mask heavly armored...heavy yet flexiable when an undead dashed at the entrance that was sealed and made several dents to it. I looked about almost calmy and almost instinctvly as I drew out a plasma cutter, I did not question how and when it all happened but the room began to smell of pissbefore I looekd to see the man on the right shivering...peeing himself. The door were forcfully opened to a small hole as the necromorph tried to wedge inside thats where i blasted it to bits with two shots at tthe propoer limb location. IT fell dead shortly and the door was blasted open by my suit's gravity push at the palm of my hand there we quickly dashed through the seamingly vacant but gory ground. zbits and pieces of people before me laid awaste at corners as we bolted to the neighboring building. Our first objective were samples which I was able to collect with the occasional ambuse of necros. Most of them a wild exotic yet disgusting hybrid of creatures in my midn similiar ot Dead space 1 and 2. I took a few hits even pierced at one poin but strangely was able to move as if nothing happened but just slower.
[The rest got blurry after that so up to the end] by the time we came to our escape ship we were ambused by hordes of heavy pregnants or what looked like pregnants with notoriusly huge sycthe hands yet slim to thick bodies. Out of the monstrosities I took out these were the hardest to kill and where I bled the most. I took several hips at various limb areas and who knows how many around my waist. The panicking scientist all but fleeing into the ship as it started up and myself lmping to the door before it closes however before i could i was spun around and stared straight at the face of the Tank. Battered and low on ammo I did the most futiliest move which somehow saved my life. Taking advantage of the gravity grip I had I folded my fist as tightly as I could, reeling it back my right leg spasmed as it held my weight the most.
The tank seemed to be mockming me by readying a fist in almost similiar but more beastial pose and stroke forward two seconds quicker. At this point everything seeemed to have moved in slow motion as I muttered in a peaceful tone(I dont know why I was so calm. Perhaps I knew I was going to die or would make it) "Time...to go..." jsut as my first surged forward. The gravity around it distorted and heavy as it slowly consumed my right hand and in a violent gush of air I could feel my lungs(finally felt an actual piece of my organ) squeeze and compress and I was jolted backwards, my vision flared to red and barely consciouc and somehow on the floor at the edge of a metallic wall past the door. I could see the brute wailing in what appeared to be agony jsut before itoddly violently imploded into a miserable pile of gore as the doors closed I felt my face crack into a smile and looked at my hand only to stare in utter horror that it was gone. blown off by the distortion of gravity I guessed and looked up to the cieling to hollar in both horrr/pain and victory and then fainted[my dream ended there but then O woke up getting and feeling my face being sliced in portion AND THATS THE END OF MY STORY]
