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SPEW in Sci-Fi Land

Griffinkeeper · 2006-09-12T06:27:22Z

Grif came out of the portal with his gun up. He scanned left, then right. He was inside a bombed out room. Debris covered the floor. "Area's clear," Grif said. Behind him, the portal flashed brightly as four SPEW Commandos came through. "Geez, what a mess. Why are we here again?" "Nate wanted us to tell him what the future was like," Snoink said. "Let's go back and tell him it looks like crap," Phoenix said. "Don't judge a book by its cover," Areida said cheerfully. "Let's just get this over with," Dusky muttered. "Okay. Phoenix, I want you at point. Dusky; left flank, Areida; right flank, Grif; rear guard. Go!" Snoink ordered. The group split. "The area is highly urbanized. Evidence of heavy fighting, no signs of humans. Snoink has divided us into sectors. No casualties as of 00:01," Phoenix said. "What are you doing Phoenix?" Areida asked. "Keeping a log." "Oh cool!" Phoenix took out his sniper rifle and scanned the street, before taking a step outside. Areida and Dusky followed, keeping their weapons pointed in their sectors. Snoink followed, with Grif in the rear. They proceeded down the street in that manner. Phoenix turned around the corner and they saw the results of a fresh battle. Bodies lay slumped over barriers. "Holy mother of God," Dusky said. Phoenix bent over a body and began searching through an officers pockets. "I got a map, documents, and some odd looking weapons. I've analyzed them for later reference," Phoenix said. "Do you hear that?" Grif asked. "That low thumping sound?" Areida said. "It's getting closer," Dusky said. "Let's get inside a building quick." The team ran inside. The sound grew louder, until the building began to shake. Then, it came into view. It was a mech. "What the hell is that?" "Daishi!" Grif said in amazement.

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Fri Nov 03, 2006 12:19 am

Snoink says... · Fri Nov 03, 2006 12:19 am

Grif has an entire graveyard of stories... it's quite sad.

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