Momiji
Lurker
- Joined
- Nov 9, 2008
- Messages
- 881
- Reputation score
- 72
Don't post here, dammit! I'll beat you to death!
Chapter 1:
The flickering embers of the burning city flowed from side to side, as the harsh breeze from night wind continued to blow. Each member of the surviving Squad 13 stood in a rugged building, pacing around in anxiety. They slept in the ruins of their once beloved city of LineMarvel. Ever since the Lurker hordes grew larger, the Regulars began to take arms and fight them off to preserve their culture. However the untimely assassination of Aika, the founder of the city, drove everything to chaos. Aika’s determination to bring the two sides together failed miserably when he agreed to meet with Lurker king, Supermeme. As the two discussed for a peaceful solution, Supermeme silently gave a hand signal to an assassin from far away and an arrow was shot through Aika’s heart. As his life began to sink away from him, the Lurker king knelt down and whispered in his ear, “None of us will ever bow down to a Regular. This meeting will signify the beginning of the LineMarvel Wars!”
Momiji paced through the LineMarvel Chatroom Bar. It was one of the few places the Regulars had left. The topics were now in the hands on the Lurkers, as they continued to destroy the forums with their constant questioning of the god the city had been dedicated to, LineMarvel. Their fear that the arrival of the holy relic known only as Mystic Girl would never be realized. Momiji sat in one of the chairs of the bar and went into deep thought.
Gah, everything’s gone to hell, Momiji thought with a sigh. Primarch Corax, or PC as most called him, sat down next to Momiji.
“I need liquor in my system..” He complained, grabbing a beer and chugging it down. “A few of our squad members are going to the Everything Else District to try and scout out the current situation. Wanna come with?”
“Not sure they should let you or I have a gun with the liquor and all, but sure.” And with that, PC and Momiji set off towards the EE District.
The Everything Else grounds was a complete battlefield. Rogue Regulars who didn’t take Aika’s death very well hunted Lurkers here, only to be killed themselves. Blood stained to walls of the buildings and bodies of members of all kinds decorated the floor. Momiji held up his rifle, a M16 with added grenade launcher, and walked cautiously into the city’s “ghetto”. Corax marched in front of him, with a shotgun of his own. The air was think with the smell of blood and rotting flesh. An eerie silence filled the streets. The nothingness was broken when a scream was heard. Immediately, the two hid behind pieces of rubble, guns held at ready positions.
A body flew past them and was pinned onto a crumbling wall with a halberd. Both Regulars immediately recognized who was just killed. The body of one of the squad’s leaders, DarkFire, hung limp on the rock. His rifle, a Steyr AUG, slowly swung from from his lifeless hand until it fell and landed with a heavy clatter. In a war, no solider had time to mourn a loss of a brother, but this was different. As one of the founding members of the Regulars resistance group, DarkFire had led many Regulars into battle, with many victories. However, as the war began to favor the Lurkers, he had lost more and more control of the tide.
Momiji slowly walked to the impaled body of his fallen superior, in complete disbelief that he could die so easily. However, neither one of them wasted time to let a tear out. Corax walked behind Momiji and placed his hand on his shoulder. “He died doing what he did: Fucking with the Lurkers,” he said with a hint of sarcasm, in a futile attempt to lighten the grim mood. Momiji took notice of DarkFire’s left hand, which was still tightly balled into a fist. Prying it open, he found a bloodstained dogtag. It read, “Onikain, Moderator, Second-in-Command”. Momiji shuddered as he read the letters that were imprinted into the piece of metal. “First DarkFire, and now Onikain. They‘re seriously asking for it,” He said, voice cracking in anger. Corax, having never been fond of Onikain, let out an unnoticeable grin.
Momiji turned to Corax and said in a low voice, “Looks like Onikain‘s dead too. The doujin can’t be maintained now. It’s only a matter of time until the Lurkers capture it. We can only hope that Rman finds out first and saves it. We have to keep looking for survivo- “ Momiji was knocked to the ground by a diving punch from a Lurker who had been scouting. PC, responding immediately, took out his bowie knife and gave an upper slash into the Lurker’s abdomen. A bloodcurling scream came out of the Lurker‘s lungs, but was quickly drowned out by the echoing blast from PC‘s shotgun barrel, slaughtering the weakened enemy. Momiji stood back up, and dusted himself.
"Damn it, those fuckers are fast." Momiji took one last look at DarkFire's dead body. He had led many battles, but he was one of Momiji's best friends as well. And while he had never known Onikain too well, he heard that Oni and DarkFire were good friends. "Those damn Lurkers.. They'll pay.. I'll make them pay.. With blood." Without another word, Momiji joined up with his squad, only to be forced into a wall for cover.
"THEY GOT THIS AREA TOO SECURE!! GRAB DARKFIRE AND ONIKAIN’S BODIES AND LET’S GET OUT OF HERE!!" D.A screamed. It’s voice cracked very noticeably the minute it mentioned Onikain and DarkFire. Designated Arsonist was the Squad's only pyro, and carried around a flame thrower. It was it's job to set off traps, and to burn all Lurkers in sight. None of the Squad was able to tell weather D.A was a boy or a girl, and it wore a gas mask to keep it that way.
Momiji held up a hand to signal to stop when they got to another part of the battlefield. This section was strewn with bodies, and they weren't old either.
"Looks like the Lurkers and our forces reached a stalemate.." PC said, with just a hint of sadness trailing in his voice.
They looked around for more bodies. It was amazing how many of their soldiers had died, and they only came across a Lurker body every once in a while. After a while, they found WJ's body, He got his neck cracked, painless, by the looks of it. Most of the dead bodies didn't have dogtags, so the Squad headed home, carrying the dead heroes legacy's on their backs.
Chapter 1:
The flickering embers of the burning city flowed from side to side, as the harsh breeze from night wind continued to blow. Each member of the surviving Squad 13 stood in a rugged building, pacing around in anxiety. They slept in the ruins of their once beloved city of LineMarvel. Ever since the Lurker hordes grew larger, the Regulars began to take arms and fight them off to preserve their culture. However the untimely assassination of Aika, the founder of the city, drove everything to chaos. Aika’s determination to bring the two sides together failed miserably when he agreed to meet with Lurker king, Supermeme. As the two discussed for a peaceful solution, Supermeme silently gave a hand signal to an assassin from far away and an arrow was shot through Aika’s heart. As his life began to sink away from him, the Lurker king knelt down and whispered in his ear, “None of us will ever bow down to a Regular. This meeting will signify the beginning of the LineMarvel Wars!”
Momiji paced through the LineMarvel Chatroom Bar. It was one of the few places the Regulars had left. The topics were now in the hands on the Lurkers, as they continued to destroy the forums with their constant questioning of the god the city had been dedicated to, LineMarvel. Their fear that the arrival of the holy relic known only as Mystic Girl would never be realized. Momiji sat in one of the chairs of the bar and went into deep thought.
Gah, everything’s gone to hell, Momiji thought with a sigh. Primarch Corax, or PC as most called him, sat down next to Momiji.
“I need liquor in my system..” He complained, grabbing a beer and chugging it down. “A few of our squad members are going to the Everything Else District to try and scout out the current situation. Wanna come with?”
“Not sure they should let you or I have a gun with the liquor and all, but sure.” And with that, PC and Momiji set off towards the EE District.
The Everything Else grounds was a complete battlefield. Rogue Regulars who didn’t take Aika’s death very well hunted Lurkers here, only to be killed themselves. Blood stained to walls of the buildings and bodies of members of all kinds decorated the floor. Momiji held up his rifle, a M16 with added grenade launcher, and walked cautiously into the city’s “ghetto”. Corax marched in front of him, with a shotgun of his own. The air was think with the smell of blood and rotting flesh. An eerie silence filled the streets. The nothingness was broken when a scream was heard. Immediately, the two hid behind pieces of rubble, guns held at ready positions.
A body flew past them and was pinned onto a crumbling wall with a halberd. Both Regulars immediately recognized who was just killed. The body of one of the squad’s leaders, DarkFire, hung limp on the rock. His rifle, a Steyr AUG, slowly swung from from his lifeless hand until it fell and landed with a heavy clatter. In a war, no solider had time to mourn a loss of a brother, but this was different. As one of the founding members of the Regulars resistance group, DarkFire had led many Regulars into battle, with many victories. However, as the war began to favor the Lurkers, he had lost more and more control of the tide.
Momiji slowly walked to the impaled body of his fallen superior, in complete disbelief that he could die so easily. However, neither one of them wasted time to let a tear out. Corax walked behind Momiji and placed his hand on his shoulder. “He died doing what he did: Fucking with the Lurkers,” he said with a hint of sarcasm, in a futile attempt to lighten the grim mood. Momiji took notice of DarkFire’s left hand, which was still tightly balled into a fist. Prying it open, he found a bloodstained dogtag. It read, “Onikain, Moderator, Second-in-Command”. Momiji shuddered as he read the letters that were imprinted into the piece of metal. “First DarkFire, and now Onikain. They‘re seriously asking for it,” He said, voice cracking in anger. Corax, having never been fond of Onikain, let out an unnoticeable grin.
Momiji turned to Corax and said in a low voice, “Looks like Onikain‘s dead too. The doujin can’t be maintained now. It’s only a matter of time until the Lurkers capture it. We can only hope that Rman finds out first and saves it. We have to keep looking for survivo- “ Momiji was knocked to the ground by a diving punch from a Lurker who had been scouting. PC, responding immediately, took out his bowie knife and gave an upper slash into the Lurker’s abdomen. A bloodcurling scream came out of the Lurker‘s lungs, but was quickly drowned out by the echoing blast from PC‘s shotgun barrel, slaughtering the weakened enemy. Momiji stood back up, and dusted himself.
"Damn it, those fuckers are fast." Momiji took one last look at DarkFire's dead body. He had led many battles, but he was one of Momiji's best friends as well. And while he had never known Onikain too well, he heard that Oni and DarkFire were good friends. "Those damn Lurkers.. They'll pay.. I'll make them pay.. With blood." Without another word, Momiji joined up with his squad, only to be forced into a wall for cover.
"THEY GOT THIS AREA TOO SECURE!! GRAB DARKFIRE AND ONIKAIN’S BODIES AND LET’S GET OUT OF HERE!!" D.A screamed. It’s voice cracked very noticeably the minute it mentioned Onikain and DarkFire. Designated Arsonist was the Squad's only pyro, and carried around a flame thrower. It was it's job to set off traps, and to burn all Lurkers in sight. None of the Squad was able to tell weather D.A was a boy or a girl, and it wore a gas mask to keep it that way.
Momiji held up a hand to signal to stop when they got to another part of the battlefield. This section was strewn with bodies, and they weren't old either.
"Looks like the Lurkers and our forces reached a stalemate.." PC said, with just a hint of sadness trailing in his voice.
They looked around for more bodies. It was amazing how many of their soldiers had died, and they only came across a Lurker body every once in a while. After a while, they found WJ's body, He got his neck cracked, painless, by the looks of it. Most of the dead bodies didn't have dogtags, so the Squad headed home, carrying the dead heroes legacy's on their backs.