-last edited on May 18, 2018 21:26:31 GMT by TheGreatCon: Had to take out a few spaces to make it all fit. XD
Post by TheGreatCon on May 18, 2018 21:25:22 GMT
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It was much later before they launched an actual attack, coming screeching down a passageway at us. I quickly launched my stick at the front-runner, impaling its leg. Then I realized that was my only weapon, and felt kind stupid.
LEGO was looking at me like I was either insane, or brilliant.
I shrugged. “Reflex.”
He passed me a knife. “Keep ahold of it this time.”
“Aye.” I saluted.
They came hurtling down the passageway. We didn’t retreat, but we didn’t exactly rush to meet them. They broke upon the wall of pointy sticks and the occasional spear, before jabbing their way past that. We quickly beat them back though, managing to leave some limbs twitching on the ground.
Once out of our reach, they merely paused there, and stared at us. Ash stuck out his tongue, but luckily, that didn’t stir a reaction out of them.
“So…now what?” Sweets whispered.
“I think we back slowly away, and then run like the dickens.” I whispered back.
We all took one step back. Then another. And then, we slipped around the corner, and jogged away, with many a glance over our shoulder. For now, they seemed content to leave us be.
That is, till they ambushed us further down the line. It was a single clanker, but it took a user with it when it left this time.
More clankers jumped us from the ivy as we went, and our numbers slowly declined. We were leaving a trail of chipped-off clanker parts, though, and lots of scuffled footprints.
Some were panting hard, but I still had my breath. But then I got it knocked out of me as the next clanker jumped me personally. I was crushed beneath its humongous bulk, as it tried to skewer me on its pointy legs, but the runners rolled it off me with their sticks, and beat at it as I scrambled up. I did a parting slash as I stood, and the thing screeched, and tried one more lunge at me. I staggered back. The runners managed to beat it back, though, and with one final ugly hiss, it limped away.
LEGO patted me on the shoulder. “You okay?”
“Doing just peachy. How soon till we get there?”
“We’re closer.” He shrugged.
“We better brickin’ be.” I muttered, taking off after the runners, who had already surged ahead.
So, guys, I went on a writing spree last night, and well, I wrote the end to this story. So there is a light at the end of the tunnel, we are coming close to wrapping this up. And now I CON finally start another story.
Thanks! That could prove problematic….. YAY! *makes intricate plans to betray you* Well you know something. Correctly I don't use a razor on my face. XD People I talk to don't believe me when I try to speak of our CONvo's. I wonder why.
Nah, I'm sure we CON work it out. *is CONpletely obivious, immersed in my bubble of trust* That's good, I didn't want to have to make a mental image of you shaving. You speak of these?
Sure...... *mwahahahaha* Well we've been talking about it so long I'm surprised you haven't already. XD I tried to, but gave it up pretty quickly.
So, guys, I went on a writing spree last night, and well, I wrote the end to this story. So there is a light at the end of the tunnel, we are coming close to wrapping this up. And now I CON finally start another story.
Am I finally going to get to see my character pop back up?
So, guys, I went on a writing spree last night, and well, I wrote the end to this story. So there is a light at the end of the tunnel, we are coming close to wrapping this up. And now I CON finally start another story.
Am I finally going to get to see my character pop back up?
Nah, I'm sure we CON work it out. *is CONpletely obivious, immersed in my bubble of trust* That's good, I didn't want to have to make a mental image of you shaving. You speak of these?
Sure...... *mwahahahaha* Well we've been talking about it so long I'm surprised you haven't already. XD I tried to, but gave it up pretty quickly.
Honestly! *has fingers crossed behind back* *my bubble begins sending warning and sets off siren* I tend to hold myself off, save myself the icks. What happens on the LMBEs stay on the LMBEs...for lack of interest elsewhere.
I know, right? (I miss points a lot, which is good when those points are on weapons, but otherwise no. )
XD (Lol, that's good to know about your self. )
This story was actually really intricate, I've just forgotten most of it. (I make sure and talk to myself at least once a day, for fear of losing CONtact otherwise. )
-last edited on May 21, 2018 22:33:58 GMT by TheGreatCon
Post by TheGreatCon on May 21, 2018 22:32:20 GMT
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The night continued in similar fashion, with small attacks and ambushes, the slow whittling down of our numbers.
We had started with close to twenty. We were down to fourteen by the time we got our first real indication we were close.
It was a stock-pile. Except, instead of food, it was weapons.
It wasn’t anything fancy, just some longer knives and a few firearms, but hey, they were the first guns the gallerians had ever had. LEGO instantly claimed a shotgun, with Grubbs pulling dibs on the other. I got a pistol to go with my knife, and they gave Sweets the remaining firearm, some sort of rifle.
We started back off, casting glances down every passageway as we passed, ready for the next attack now.
The monsters almost seemed to sense we had upgraded, for we had a blissfully uninterrupted trudge of about an hour before they got up the guts to try another attack.
The first we knew of them, they were dragging somebody off.
Grubbs fired blindly into the darkness, aiming into the air above where the screaming figure had disappeared. The early morning grey was starting to lighten things, but the swirling fog around our feet did nothing to help the visibility.
LEGO led a little charge towards where the user had been dragged down, but the area was empty, leaving only a solemn green sombrero lying on the ground.
“If only we could brickin’ see stuff.” LEGO kicked at the mist in aggravation. “All my avvies going down, and we even got brickin’ shotguns now, and nothing ta shoot at!”
The fog suddenly was soaked into the ground, with a whir of machinery.
“Be careful what you wish for…” I whispered almost under my breath.
We were surrounded. The early light without the fog clearly revealed clankers ringing us in on all sides.
Sure...... *mwahahahaha* Well we've been talking about it so long I'm surprised you haven't already. XD I tried to, but gave it up pretty quickly.
Honestly! *has fingers crossed behind back* *my bubble begins sending warning and sets off siren* I tend to hold myself off, save myself the icks. What happens on the LMBEs stay on the LMBEs...for lack of interest elsewhere.
Un huh. *insert that look your mom gives you when she can see right through you* Shhh shhhl nice little buble shhh *begins patting bubble soothingly* I get involuntary images sometimes. Then wish I had a brain squeege. XD lol, tru dat doe. Or overpowering weirdness…
This story was actually really intricate, I've just forgotten most of it. (I make sure and talk to myself at least once a day, for fear of losing CONtact otherwise. )
Lol, Wow Con you had ONE job….one… ( I lost CONtact a looooong time ago. )
Honestly! *has fingers crossed behind back* *my bubble begins sending warning and sets off siren* I tend to hold myself off, save myself the icks. What happens on the LMBEs stay on the LMBEs...for lack of interest elsewhere.
Un huh. *insert that look your mom gives you when she can see right through you* Shhh shhhl nice little buble shhh *begins patting bubble soothingly* I get involuntary images sometimes. Then wish I had a brain squeege. XD lol, tru dat doe. Or overpowering weirdness…
*gives you that look you give your mom when you wish to be allowed to stay up past your bedtime* *bubble pops* Yeah, brain squeeges would be nice...maybe they'll patent those and sell in the future. Yeah, no wonder we get no new users, they read CONVersations like these and flee.
This story was actually really intricate, I've just forgotten most of it. (I make sure and talk to myself at least once a day, for fear of losing CONtact otherwise. )
Lol, Wow Con you had ONE job….one… ( I lost CONtact a looooong time ago. )
Well, see, I've slept a lot of times between the beginning and the end of this thing. (I'll let this half of you know if I see the other half. )
-last edited on May 22, 2018 19:28:00 GMT by TheGreatCon
Post by TheGreatCon on May 22, 2018 19:26:36 GMT
Essa still had the map. She was top priority. Technically I was second, seeing as I was the guy who was supposedly heading this up, but I didn’t think it very wise to call attention to that fact, merely yelling “PROTECT ESSA!”
The runners kind of bunched up, but then spread back out again quickly in disconcerted little dashes at the bolder of the clankers.
Then suddenly the whole army of clankers surged on us.
I raised up my pistol, and fired blindly, hitting a clanker every time. Shots rang out alongside me as both LEGO and Grubbs emptied their guns into the midst of the horde. Users screamed and shouted as they shoved hard against the tide of monsters. We were trapped, with nowhere to run. Every passageway was filled with the beasts.
This is the point when being the leader really stinks. Cause you’re supposed to know what to do. You’re supposed to have the answers. You hear screams all around you as you pick up your own stick and shove against the monsters. Those are your men screaming. Your men who are being dragged away. And they went down trusting you to find a way out, to do the thinking.
But how are you supposed to think when the air is full of the stench of gun smoke and fear? When you can’t hear anything above the roar in your ears? When you’re so hyped up on adrenaline that you can’t seem to stop for even a single second, to have a rational thought?
Why was I the leader? Why did I always end up in the front, with people following behind me?
I figured it was just plain bad luck and maybe an overdose of charisma.
We slowly worked out way till we had our backs against a wall, giving us a little respite. We no longer had to fight on all sides, but then again, we no longer had as many of us as before.
I wanted to look around, check and see if all my friends were there. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. We didn’t have time for mourning now. I needed clarity.
Maybe the real problem here was that there was no solution. Maybe we were doomed to go down here? A glorious attempt at solving something. Our efforts would be wasted, the maps tread beneath clanker claws.
(I've seen a LEGO sombrero emote before, actually... 
(we don't have one here….that's the main point! :G 
(I miss points a lot, which is good when those points are on weapons, but otherwise no. 
So there is a light at the end of the tunnel, we are coming close to wrapping this up. 
