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Edited by Murph Tha Smurf:
4/29/2015 4:55:51 PM
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*Stranger lies down for a nap*
*dream*
*gunfire and screams*
A soldier: "WHAT IS THAA-"
*muffled pain screams*
Stranger: "We need to get out of here NOW!"
Soldier: "Sir watch ou-"
*A dread sneaks up on The Stranger, all he sees is clouds of black, not a creature or person, as if the form of the enemy was deleted from his memory completely*
*The dread slices across his chest with something, almost slicing him in half*
*The cut sends him flying from a rooftop*
"AARGH... Oh god... What are these... Things"
*his vision is blurry as he watches Jams get impaled by a dread*
"NOOOooo..."
[spoiler]here is a depressing song to match the tone
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=YlfUcnSbKDA [/spoiler]
*he fades in and out of consciousness*
*he awakes to see orc distracting the enemies, a large majority follow him down a one way hallway, out of the Stranger's vision*
*the gunfire ceases as they stop sending reinforcements that direction*
"Orc...? no..."
*when he comes to again, Minerva is dragging him across the battlefield*
"Minerva...?"
Minerva: "Your making it out of here! Stay with me!"
"..."
*he stands and limps towards an exit*
*they are almost there as an explosive is shot towards them*
*she pushes the stranger out of the way as the explosive hits her*
*she stares at her ruptured antimatter generator for a moment*
Minerva: "I... no... It can't... Not..."
"Murph, you have to... to leave me.... now..."
Stranger: "Hell no!"
*she stares at him for a moment then shoves him through the exit, and seals the door*
*she throws her hands to the window and mouths*
"it's okay..."
Stranger: "NO! MINERVA! IT'S NOT! IT'S NOT OKAY!"
*he watches as she disintegrates before his eyes*
"I can't.... No..."
*he turns to see a massive Python fighting the "things" as a massive cannon missile pierces his chest, shattering him to pieces*
"We've lost..."
*Stranger awakes with a jolt*
*heavy breathing*
*he lays back down*
English
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*shane stares at stranger, calm just like his grandfather* Shane: you had the dream again.. Huh?
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"Yeah... Too many old memories are being brought to surface right now... I'll get over it."
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*shane continues to study you* Shane: my grandfather never told if you guys destroyed the dread.... He never came back...You would tell me...right?.. *you blink once and see Freddy leaning on the door, but he isn't the Freddy that's in the bed down the corridor, he had scars, blood stained his black jacket, he wore an eye-patch... Freddy looks down as if sad whenever he glimpses at Shane* Shane: what are you looking at? *shane looks behind himself and looks around as if he doesn't see Freddy there, he turns back to you, so does Future Freddy* Freddy: Go on...tell the boy... *future Freddy looks down*
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Edited by Murph Tha Smurf: 4/29/2015 4:37:18 PM"I would, but I deleted them from my memory banks. I only remember their existence, not their fate, or even form." *he looks down* "There is a way to recover them however..."
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*shane continues to listen, but Freddy is gone with a blink of an eye*
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*walks in* I wanna know.
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Edited by Murph Tha Smurf: 4/29/2015 4:37:03 PM"I would, but I deleted them from my memory banks. I only remember their existence, not their fate, or even form." *he looks down* "There is a way to recover them however..."
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What do you need? *pats you on the back and looks you in the eye*
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"When I say... "Deleted"... I meant removed. I gave it to an old friend, who said he wanted to study them. I didn't ever want it in my head again at that point, so I just gave them to him, instead of copying them."
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Where is this friend? Maybe we could find out what happened.
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"Ah... last time I heard from him he went to these coordinates." *shows coordinates* "The thing is, he went dark there, and the area was deemed unsafe as of a few years ago, due to radiation and hostile wildlife. I haven't heard from him for 11 months."
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Well, I think we should find the poor son of a bitch and save him.
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"There may be nothing left to save, but it's worth a try, at least to get that data."
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Alright. When are we leaving?
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"Maybe later sometime. Not now, I need to be sure we're headed in the right direction."
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Ok. *pats you on the back as I walk away*
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11 months seems way too long
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If Murph trusted him with that stuff, he's bound to be a good fighter. I'm sure he's still alive.
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If you say so
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*looks around* When are we leaving?
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I don't know *sits down in a chair*
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Edited by Python824: 4/29/2015 7:52:40 PMOk well imma go kill some stuff. *walks out looking at my HMG*
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Alright then. don't bring anything back unless I can throw it into a lawn mower
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Fine. *walks out of door*
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*sharpens knives and polishes guns*
