Something I wrote b/c I was the bored.

Kira91 · 11-11-2007, 06:17 PM

I wrote it in Buzzword (<3) and I decided to post it here. Not really Gunz Related but it is a Fiction.

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When it was all considered thoroughly, his death was predictable. When you go around calling yourself "immortal", and you really aren't, you're asking someone to put your claim to the test. And so it was. He couldn't possibly dodge bullets all the time like he was, and he was bound to be hurt once, just in this case, the one time was fatal.
All his usual belongings that were on his person at all times were expertly placed on the dresser with his other things, all withholding their dignity, and not haplessly, unceremoniously dumped in a sad heap. His favorite twin revolvers, Colt's .31 "Pocket" model from way back in 1861 and his Japanese Officer's sword were there. He said he had been alive in the 1800's to be able to get them, but its 2047, and he only looks like hes 21, who would believe that...
Along the wall hung his just as famous B.O.O.B.F.A.G. sword and gun combination weapon, a one of a kind he said. I almost believed him the last time he said he was immortal. Something about calling himself the "Son of the Phoenix", or some other trash like "I drank from the Fountain of Youth." I can't believe I almost believed it.

****, I'm gullible.

Although he did lie, I can't help but miss him. He was the lifeblood of the Vanguard. He was the all around guy. He was a Renaissance man, he was charismatic, lovable, he was that sort of person you want to be around, the cool guy of the group, and I can't help but think if he was alive a little longer, I might have fallen for him.

Heh, the first thing he ever said to me, I still remember clear, over all the commotion that day...
- - - - - - - - - - - -
"Woman! You, yeah you -cough- in the brown striped shirt... Can you, can you shoot from a moving vehicle? ****, watch it fool - What, what did you say? Oh, you can!? Yea-Yeah you can? Great come on I'll, I'll help you get out of -cough- here, but you might have to -cough- do some shooting."

I have to give it to him, he had a nice motorcycle. It was one of the most top of the line models. We got on, he handed me a revolver, and in hindsight, it was one of those revolvers so carefully placed on his dresser not to far from me, and in his hand was another.

"Alright love, look here. See these? Quick history lesson, -cough- since I appreciate these so much. These, that hunk of metal you hold in your hand and this," he shook the hand that held his revolver, "are Colt .31 "Pocket" -cough- model revolvers. Originally made in 1861. They were five-shots back then but I tweaked my pair. You know back in 2034 -cough- when we discovered how to make metal from air, well I applied the process to these. All you need is this glove," he reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek black glove, " and you'll never need -cough- to reload this baby again. Oh, and uh, excuse my coughing, I can't stand this air around here."

The invasion was so sudden, the Black continent had broken their pact. We were a shore city, so that made us a prime target. We got on the bike, with the intention to head as far inland as the tank of gas could take us. But as we drove on and on, I could still see the ocean.

"Aren't we going inland?" Bang. Bang.
"What? Now where's the fun in that?"

I must be riding with a madman.

"Well what are we going to do?"
"Help out the boys down at the navy. Were gonna take us down a few ships. Just you and me baby." Bang.

Oh ****ing great. The one time I go on a gut decision, it has to be a suicidal one.

"Uh, are you sure you can take one down yourself?"
"Not me alone, love, we're gonna take one down. Hm, thank god the air's getting better as we head seaside."
"This isn't what I had in mind." Bang. Bang. Bang.
"Me neither, I just came up with the idea."
"No, I mean, I just thought we were going to go far inland and, maybe, warn the other cities."
"They already know." Bang. "Hey, stay focused. Keep shooting, the more we kill, the better."
"You know, this is the first time I've killed something. Or done something this crazy."
"I thought you said you could shoot from a moving vehicle."
"Yeah, I sorta lied."

What's wrong with me? Suddenly, this is so much fun. Was it his spontaneity that thrilled me ?, or the fact that my whole life has been a rote routine?

"Well, baby, all I can say is, welcome to the club."

Now the dialog might seem so smooth, but you have to remember, it was an invasion. Ships, crashing from the sky and coming in from the sea. Bullets whizzing past, every second that passed was a second earned. Every now and then you'd see little bands of the Black continents army, and they stood out against the light cool colors of the coastal buildings. Easy targets, even for a total beginner like me.

"All this shooting, reminds me of a good song," he said. "Nancy Sinatra, "Bang, Bang, My baby shot me down... It's a terribly sad song though, in my opinion."
"By the way, mystery man, I haven't asked your name. But it should be you that asks first since you sought me out in the crowd not so long ago." Bang. Bang.
"Ah, young mistress, might I please have your name?"
"Why yes, it's Rachel. And may I have yours good sir?" Bang. Bang.
"Kira, ma'am." Bang.

It's damn hard to have fun when you're on a bike going 70 mph down a seaside road picking off men aiming carbines at your head.

I've become a monster. I'm no longer a woman. T_T

We didn't talk much after that. Just drove, and shot, and I wondered what the lyrics to that sad song he mentioned were. It was when we were in a dimly lit tunnel that I noticed his sword. I sort of recognized it from watching a few shows on TV about weapons one day.

"Hey is that a katana?"
"Sort of. It is, but this one is made for officer's. It was after the fall of the samurai and the beginnings of a modern Japan, the officers of the police force wore these. They're a bit longer than katanas, but just as brutal." Bang.

The landscape was unchanging. To the left, buildings rising up, being bombarded with explosives. To the right, ocean expanding till the horizon.

"I've been thinking," he said, " we might need more people."
"Uh, sure," I spluttered, now knowing what to think. My mind was on aiming and killing.
"That's only if we come across any. But then again, we have no space. Hey - wait were almost there! Sit tight love, now the fun begins!"

It was a small docking area, a bit dingier than the rest and a little secluded from everything else as well. We hid behind some crates, like in 80% of action movies, and picked off passing groups of men. When it was clear we headed for the ship. Midway, someone yelled out my name.

"RACHEL!"
"Wha- Oh, Jack!"
"Who?"
"Oh, Kira, this is Jack, a friend of mine."
"Jack? Pleased to meet you." They shook hands.
"What are you two up to?" Jack seemed a bit wary of Kira.
"Hey Jack, were just uh, you know, hijacking a ship and using said ship to kill as many others as we can before the Navy gets here. Thought I'd help them out a little."
"Sounds dangerous. But I'm game."
"Cool, here take this glove and revolver for a sec. I might need this." A long drawing sound of metal being unsheathed followed as he unsheathed his sword. "Right-o. Lets go."

Kira91 · 11-11-2007, 06:17 PM

Even the way he walked was cool. He always looked off to the side every now and again, as if expecting something. Now that I could see him properly without the chaos in between, I noticed he had spiky silver hair and shocking yellow eyes. A lot of odd things hung around his person, including a monkey's paw.

"I find that they are the only lucky charms that work for me," he said, noticing my gaze. "Now to change matters, I'd like to suppose that there's a few men on board, so I'll have a vote. We can't go together, because with the cramped quarters, I'm afraid of one of you blowing my brains out if we encounter anything; and in there, with all those shadows and moving lights, even the most dull person can have a quick trigger finger. So, I think we should split into three, but worry not, we'll stay connected with these!"

He reached into one of his jacket pockets, make that many jacket pockets, now that I got a better look, and pulled out three headsets.

"They're made to only communicate between each other but with the right codes, you can connect to any other network. Just speak and we'll hear, no button pushing required. So you all still game, or do you want out?"

"In."
"Yeah, sure."
"OK. Same weapons, is that OK?"
"No prob."
"Yeah, it's good. Just, this gun is empty."
"Oh, don't worry about that, Rachel can explain it to you. I want you guys to hang back until I give the OK to come in, I just wanna make sure we have a clean entry."

I explained to Jack how to use it and he looked at the door that Kira entered with a sense of awe. He switched his headset off, and motioned for me to do the same to mine.

"So, how did you manage to get out Jack?"
"Oh, you know me, I shot my way out. They busted down the door when I was in the back, so I pulled the rifle from under the bed and gave 'em hell. Once I was out, I figured I would have to slip by when I can and shoot only when I had no other choice. In the end, I ran out bullets, used the rifle as a club, then ditched it completely when I made it down to the shore road, and then saw you two. By the way, speaking of you two, who is this Kira?"
"I honestly don't know. He's just a stranger to me. I was struggling through the debris, and he was there. He gave me a gun, showed me how to use it, and in one short bike ride, I fell in love with shooting and he brought me here."
"How can we trust him?"
"I just went on a gut decision."
"I guess its OK with me, if its OK with you." We turned on the headsets, only to hear chaos herself screaming on the other side.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.

"Do you hear that?" A slight shot of panic ran through me, but I wasn't at all thinking about it being at the Disco.
"Yeah Rache, I hear it."
"He'll be fine, right?"
"Your already worried for him?"
"He did save my life."

Bang. Bang. Bang. ****! YOU ****ERS, COME AND GET THIS!

What followed was the sound of metal going through something, then clanging on metal, and men screaming. After a few tense seconds, and heavy breathing on both sides of the headsets, Kira came through.

"All clear."
"You hurt?" I asked.
"No. Why don't yall come on in?"

It was dark inside.

"So Kira, how did you manage to see in this dark place?" asked Jack.
"They saw me first. And the light from their firing guns was enough light for me."
"Are you saying you ran up to them while they were shooting at you?" I asked, awed.
"Something like that. And for future reference, you don't hafta turn off your headsets when your talking about me."

That soured the mood, but he didn't seem to care.

"OK, now as you can see, in any good story, there's a dungeon crawling portion somewhere, and somewhere in there, the main characters meet a fork in the road. In our case, it's perfect. The ship from here, splits into three sections. See you at the aft end."

And just like that he ran quietly through the center passage and into the darkness. Me and Jack bade each other good luck, and went down our own paths. It seemed as though mine was the shortest, and I made it to the navigation deck fastest. But I didn't go through to it seeing as there were a few men on the other side. I hung back behind the door, and let the others in on the news.

"Alright cool, thanks for the heads up. Seems you had it easy. I've encountered nothing as of yet, hell, I'm swiping some food from the kitchen they have Chicken Tenders -"

Bang. Bang. Bang.

"Not to worry guys, it's OK on my end!"
"You absolutely positive?!" I haven't heard Kira sound so serious.
"Yeah, don't worry Kira."
"You want me to come around and team up with you? My path seems pretty much empty."
"No, no, its perfectly alright. It was only three men taking a kip that I had to dispatch."
"Alright Jack, tell us when your at the end. Don't go into the navigation deck, hang back."

About a minute later, Jack responded and said he was in position.

"Now, Kira said, "We have to do this in style. We'll bust the doors down on the count of three, you two aim for the nearest targets and I'll chuck my sword at one of them. There's only three so just focus on the nearest one. Ready, Three ... Two ... One ... GO!"

The sound of three doors being Sparta-kicked open flustered the three soldiers in there, and they were done in easily enough. Kira's sword ran straight through the middle soldier's face, and with a sickening sound he pulled it out and wiped the blood on the dead man's clothes. His eyes seemed a bit redder, but it must've been the lights in the ship.

Sucks that the "Bangs" aren't red like they should be and the headset talking isn't green like it should be.

The only thing I hate about this is it might be a bit confusing as to the P.O.V. not detailed enough, and too fast paced.

**Number** · 11-11-2007, 08:26 PM

WALL OF TEXT BURNS MY EYES.

But I read it all.

Great work!

Keep them coming.

controls · 11-11-2007, 08:34 PM

Pretty good, keep up the work. ^__-

11-11-2007, 06:17 PM	#1 (permalink)
Kira91 Gunzfactorian Guardian Join Date: Apr 2006 Location: MAIET Rehab Clinic Posts: 1,643	Something I wrote b/c I was the bored. I wrote it in Buzzword (<3) and I decided to post it here. Not really Gunz Related but it is a Fiction. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- When it was all considered thoroughly, his death was predictable. When you go around calling yourself "immortal", and you really aren't, you're asking someone to put your claim to the test. And so it was. He couldn't possibly dodge bullets all the time like he was, and he was bound to be hurt once, just in this case, the one time was fatal. All his usual belongings that were on his person at all times were expertly placed on the dresser with his other things, all withholding their dignity, and not haplessly, unceremoniously dumped in a sad heap. His favorite twin revolvers, Colt's .31 "Pocket" model from way back in 1861 and his Japanese Officer's sword were there. He said he had been alive in the 1800's to be able to get them, but its 2047, and he only looks like hes 21, who would believe that... Along the wall hung his just as famous B.O.O.B.F.A.G. sword and gun combination weapon, a one of a kind he said. I almost believed him the last time he said he was immortal. Something about calling himself the "Son of the Phoenix", or some other trash like "I drank from the Fountain of Youth." I can't believe I almost believed it. **, I'm gullible. Although he did lie, I can't help but miss him. He was the lifeblood of the Vanguard. He was the all around guy. He was a Renaissance man, he was charismatic, lovable, he was that sort of person you want to be around, the cool guy of the group, and I can't help but think if he was alive a little longer, I might have fallen for him. Heh, the first thing he ever said to me, I still remember clear, over all the commotion that day... - - - - - - - - - - - - "Woman! You, yeah you -cough- in the brown striped shirt... Can you, can you shoot from a moving vehicle? , watch it fool - What, what did you say? Oh, you can!? Yea-Yeah you can? Great come on I'll, I'll help you get out of -cough- here, but you might have to -cough- do some shooting." I have to give it to him, he had a nice motorcycle. It was one of the most top of the line models. We got on, he handed me a revolver, and in hindsight, it was one of those revolvers so carefully placed on his dresser not to far from me, and in his hand was another. "Alright love, look here. See these? Quick history lesson, -cough- since I appreciate these so much. These, that hunk of metal you hold in your hand and this," he shook the hand that held his revolver, "are Colt .31 "Pocket" -cough- model revolvers. Originally made in 1861. They were five-shots back then but I tweaked my pair. You know back in 2034 -cough- when we discovered how to make metal from air, well I applied the process to these. All you need is this glove," he reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek black glove, " and you'll never need -cough- to reload this baby again. Oh, and uh, excuse my coughing, I can't stand this air around here." The invasion was so sudden, the Black continent had broken their pact. We were a shore city, so that made us a prime target. We got on the bike, with the intention to head as far inland as the tank of gas could take us. But as we drove on and on, I could still see the ocean. "Aren't we going inland?" Bang. Bang. "What? Now where's the fun in that?" I must be riding with a madman. "Well what are we going to do?" "Help out the boys down at the navy. Were gonna take us down a few ships. Just you and me baby." Bang. Oh **ing great. The one time I go on a gut decision, it has to be a suicidal one. "Uh, are you sure you can take one down yourself?" "Not me alone, love, we're gonna take one down. Hm, thank god the air's getting better as we head seaside." "This isn't what I had in mind." Bang. Bang. Bang. "Me neither, I just came up with the idea." "No, I mean, I just thought we were going to go far inland and, maybe, warn the other cities." "They already know." Bang. "Hey, stay focused. Keep shooting, the more we kill, the better." "You know, this is the first time I've killed something. Or done something this crazy." "I thought you said you could shoot from a moving vehicle." "Yeah, I sorta lied." What's wrong with me? Suddenly, this is so much fun. Was it his spontaneity that thrilled me ?, or the fact that my whole life has been a rote routine? "Well, baby, all I can say is, welcome to the club." Now the dialog might seem so smooth, but you have to remember, it was an invasion. Ships, crashing from the sky and coming in from the sea. Bullets whizzing past, every second that passed was a second earned. Every now and then you'd see little bands of the Black continents army, and they stood out against the light cool colors of the coastal buildings. Easy targets, even for a total beginner like me. "All this shooting, reminds me of a good song," he said. "Nancy Sinatra, "Bang, Bang, My baby shot me down... It's a terribly sad song though, in my opinion." "By the way, mystery man, I haven't asked your name. But it should be you that asks first since you sought me out in the crowd not so long ago." Bang. Bang. "Ah, young mistress, might I please have your name?" "Why yes, it's Rachel. And may I have yours good sir?" Bang. Bang. "Kira, ma'am." Bang. It's damn hard to have fun when you're on a bike going 70 mph down a seaside road picking off men aiming carbines at your head. I've become a monster. I'm no longer a woman. T_T We didn't talk much after that. Just drove, and shot, and I wondered what the lyrics to that sad song he mentioned were. It was when we were in a dimly lit tunnel that I noticed his sword. I sort of recognized it from watching a few shows on TV about weapons one day. "Hey is that a katana?" "Sort of. It is, but this one is made for officer's. It was after the fall of the samurai and the beginnings of a modern Japan, the officers of the police force wore these. They're a bit longer than katanas, but just as brutal." Bang. The landscape was unchanging. To the left, buildings rising up, being bombarded with explosives. To the right, ocean expanding till the horizon. "I've been thinking," he said, " we might need more people." "Uh, sure," I spluttered, now knowing what to think. My mind was on aiming and killing. "That's only if we come across any. But then again, we have no space. Hey - wait were almost there! Sit tight love, now the fun begins!" It was a small docking area, a bit dingier than the rest and a little secluded from everything else as well. We hid behind some crates, like in 80% of action movies, and picked off passing groups of men. When it was clear we headed for the ship. Midway, someone yelled out my name. "RACHEL!" "Wha- Oh, Jack!" "Who?" "Oh, Kira, this is Jack, a friend of mine." "Jack? Pleased to meet you." They shook hands. "What are you two up to?" Jack seemed a bit wary of Kira. "Hey Jack, were just uh, you know, hijacking a ship and using said ship to kill as many others as we can before the Navy gets here. Thought I'd help them out a little." "Sounds dangerous. But I'm game." "Cool, here take this glove and revolver for a sec. I might need this." A long drawing sound of metal being unsheathed followed as he unsheathed his sword. "Right-o. Lets go." __________________ Vince was a loner, loveable stoner.

11-11-2007, 06:17 PM	#2 (permalink)
Kira91 Gunzfactorian Guardian Join Date: Apr 2006 Location: MAIET Rehab Clinic Posts: 1,643	Re: Something I wrote b/c I was the bored. Even the way he walked was cool. He always looked off to the side every now and again, as if expecting something. Now that I could see him properly without the chaos in between, I noticed he had spiky silver hair and shocking yellow eyes. A lot of odd things hung around his person, including a monkey's paw. "I find that they are the only lucky charms that work for me," he said, noticing my gaze. "Now to change matters, I'd like to suppose that there's a few men on board, so I'll have a vote. We can't go together, because with the cramped quarters, I'm afraid of one of you blowing my brains out if we encounter anything; and in there, with all those shadows and moving lights, even the most dull person can have a quick trigger finger. So, I think we should split into three, but worry not, we'll stay connected with these!" He reached into one of his jacket pockets, make that many jacket pockets, now that I got a better look, and pulled out three headsets. "They're made to only communicate between each other but with the right codes, you can connect to any other network. Just speak and we'll hear, no button pushing required. So you all still game, or do you want out?" "In." "Yeah, sure." "OK. Same weapons, is that OK?" "No prob." "Yeah, it's good. Just, this gun is empty." "Oh, don't worry about that, Rachel can explain it to you. I want you guys to hang back until I give the OK to come in, I just wanna make sure we have a clean entry." I explained to Jack how to use it and he looked at the door that Kira entered with a sense of awe. He switched his headset off, and motioned for me to do the same to mine. "So, how did you manage to get out Jack?" "Oh, you know me, I shot my way out. They busted down the door when I was in the back, so I pulled the rifle from under the bed and gave 'em hell. Once I was out, I figured I would have to slip by when I can and shoot only when I had no other choice. In the end, I ran out bullets, used the rifle as a club, then ditched it completely when I made it down to the shore road, and then saw you two. By the way, speaking of you two, who is this Kira?" "I honestly don't know. He's just a stranger to me. I was struggling through the debris, and he was there. He gave me a gun, showed me how to use it, and in one short bike ride, I fell in love with shooting and he brought me here." "How can we trust him?" "I just went on a gut decision." "I guess its OK with me, if its OK with you." We turned on the headsets, only to hear chaos herself screaming on the other side. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. "Do you hear that?" A slight shot of panic ran through me, but I wasn't at all thinking about it being at the Disco. "Yeah Rache, I hear it." "He'll be fine, right?" "Your already worried for him?" "He did save my life." Bang. Bang. Bang. **! YOU *ERS, COME AND GET THIS! What followed was the sound of metal going through something, then clanging on metal, and men screaming. After a few tense seconds, and heavy breathing on both sides of the headsets, Kira came through. "All clear." "You hurt?" I asked. "No. Why don't yall come on in?" It was dark inside. "So Kira, how did you manage to see in this dark place?" asked Jack. "They saw me first. And the light from their firing guns was enough light for me." "Are you saying you ran up to them while they were shooting at you?" I asked, awed. "Something like that. And for future reference, you don't hafta turn off your headsets when your talking about me." That soured the mood, but he didn't seem to care. "OK, now as you can see, in any good story, there's a dungeon crawling portion somewhere, and somewhere in there, the main characters meet a fork in the road. In our case, it's perfect. The ship from here, splits into three sections. See you at the aft end." And just like that he ran quietly through the center passage and into the darkness. Me and Jack bade each other good luck, and went down our own paths. It seemed as though mine was the shortest, and I made it to the navigation deck fastest. But I didn't go through to it seeing as there were a few men on the other side. I hung back behind the door, and let the others in on the news. "Alright cool, thanks for the heads up. Seems you had it easy. I've encountered nothing as of yet, hell, I'm swiping some food from the kitchen they have Chicken Tenders -" Bang. Bang. Bang. "Not to worry guys, it's OK on my end!" "You absolutely positive?!" I haven't heard Kira sound so serious. "Yeah, don't worry Kira." "You want me to come around and team up with you? My path seems pretty much empty." "No, no, its perfectly alright. It was only three men taking a kip that I had to dispatch." "Alright Jack, tell us when your at the end. Don't go into the navigation deck, hang back." About a minute later, Jack responded and said he was in position. "Now, Kira said, "We have to do this in style. We'll bust the doors down on the count of three, you two aim for the nearest targets and I'll chuck my sword at one of them. There's only three so just focus on the nearest one. Ready, Three ... Two ... One ... GO!" The sound of three doors being Sparta-kicked open flustered the three soldiers in there, and they were done in easily enough. Kira's sword ran straight through the middle soldier's face, and with a sickening sound he pulled it out and wiped the blood on the dead man's clothes. His eyes seemed a bit redder, but it must've been the lights in the ship. Sucks that the "Bangs" aren't red like they should be and the headset talking isn't green like it should be. The only thing I hate about this is it might be a bit confusing as to the P.O.V. not detailed enough, and too fast paced. __________________ Vince was a loner, loveable stoner. 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11-11-2007, 08:26 PM	#3 (permalink)
Number White Boy Golden Gunzfactorian Join Date: Oct 2007 Posts: 1,651 Number's GamerBio	Re: Something I wrote b/c I was the bored. WALL OF TEXT BURNS MY EYES. But I read it all. Great work! Keep them coming. __________________ Times change.

11-11-2007, 08:34 PM	#4 (permalink)
controls Gunzfactorian Commando Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: Alberta, Canada Posts: 2,714	Re: Something I wrote b/c I was the bored. Pretty good, keep up the work. ^__- __________________ GTDRPG: Ruby 'Mizer' Maxwell GTDRPG: Omega (SELECT) GTDRPG: Epsilon (COOL EDITION)