Post by Galio on Mar 20, 2013 23:30:12 GMT -5
[[Player 1 is a human player on the console. Marximum is simply the unplayable protagonist. Alex is a person trapped in the console as a semi-involved in the plot character. Take control of any of these or create some more.]]
Alex Boldless, age 22, an average Joe writes a letter while lying on his cot in the tent barracks. 'My dearest mother,...' "No that's dumb. She's my only mother! Start over." 'Dear mom, the days are getting longer than I could have imagined. Ever since my entrapment in my console, my waking hours are subject to my previous gaming habits. That's why the days are so long. Mother, I was a terrible person! But at least I'm not any sort of main character in this nonsensical adventure I seem to be on. I see every now and then, the great hero who is single-handedly winning this war. And he has a buddy who everyone calls Player 1, and he is so mean to me! He'll punch me for no reason and kick me out of vehicles! I'm the manager of the armory, so I can pick up whatever gun I want; Every time he sees me, he takes it and hands me a pistol that can't even get headshots. Oh no! I hear him coming! Mom... you've got to get me out of here!'
Alex stuffs the letter under himself and closes his eyes. And in comes Marximum Deltaflex. He calmly walks over to Alex and puts a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, soldier. Time to wake up."
A relieved Alex sighs, "Oh, hey."
Suddenly, in busts Player 1. He wantonly tears through all of Alex's belongings and opens fire on his dresser. Alex's protests draw his attention. Player 1 sprints over to him and smacks him in the stomach with the butt of his rifle.
"Finally! The armory manager! I've been looking everywhere on the map for you!"
Alex attempts to regain his breath. "...you know. You've been here a hundred times. You should be able to find it by..."
Player 1 interrupts him. "Incessant babbling! Come on, come on, come on! Give me guns!"
Marx continues, "Sure, it's me, Gunny. And we got a war to fight out there."
Player 1 "Yeah! A war to fight, you moron! It's out there! If you give me a better gun than this piece of crap, I can actually fight it! Come on!" He punches him again.
Alex flops back on his cot holding his face.
He hears Player 1 saying something to the affect of, "Oh, he reacted."
Armory: A few minutes later
Marx cocks an insanely large weapon. "OK, rook, the base is under attack, and it's down to US to defend it!"
Player 1 yells, "Did you call me ROOK!? You frickin' idiot!" He rushes him and punches him about ten times. Marx doesn't react, but Player 1 keeps yelling, "I've beaten this on Improbable difficulty by myself! And I left you in the dust every time! The only reason you call me rook is 'cause you're invincible!"
Alex chimes in, "Hey... can I die?"
Player 1 turns to him. "Sure, I'll shoot you in the face right now if you wa... what? It doesn't let me! Come on!" He rushes him and stands freakishly close to his face. "You are one dumb looking fool. I want to shoot you in the face. And you're not even looking at me!"
Marx launches into a little speech. "Alright team, let's get out there. I know you're hideout is usually here, Gunny, but we even need the cook out there today. You ready, rook?"
Player 1 shouts, "I have more experience than your mom did in high school!"
Alex says, "You can call me Alex."
Marx turns around. "OK. Alex. Let's go!"
[[Pick or create, and jump in!]]
Alex Boldless, age 22, an average Joe writes a letter while lying on his cot in the tent barracks. 'My dearest mother,...' "No that's dumb. She's my only mother! Start over." 'Dear mom, the days are getting longer than I could have imagined. Ever since my entrapment in my console, my waking hours are subject to my previous gaming habits. That's why the days are so long. Mother, I was a terrible person! But at least I'm not any sort of main character in this nonsensical adventure I seem to be on. I see every now and then, the great hero who is single-handedly winning this war. And he has a buddy who everyone calls Player 1, and he is so mean to me! He'll punch me for no reason and kick me out of vehicles! I'm the manager of the armory, so I can pick up whatever gun I want; Every time he sees me, he takes it and hands me a pistol that can't even get headshots. Oh no! I hear him coming! Mom... you've got to get me out of here!'
Alex stuffs the letter under himself and closes his eyes. And in comes Marximum Deltaflex. He calmly walks over to Alex and puts a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, soldier. Time to wake up."
A relieved Alex sighs, "Oh, hey."
Suddenly, in busts Player 1. He wantonly tears through all of Alex's belongings and opens fire on his dresser. Alex's protests draw his attention. Player 1 sprints over to him and smacks him in the stomach with the butt of his rifle.
"Finally! The armory manager! I've been looking everywhere on the map for you!"
Alex attempts to regain his breath. "...you know. You've been here a hundred times. You should be able to find it by..."
Player 1 interrupts him. "Incessant babbling! Come on, come on, come on! Give me guns!"
Marx continues, "Sure, it's me, Gunny. And we got a war to fight out there."
Player 1 "Yeah! A war to fight, you moron! It's out there! If you give me a better gun than this piece of crap, I can actually fight it! Come on!" He punches him again.
Alex flops back on his cot holding his face.
He hears Player 1 saying something to the affect of, "Oh, he reacted."
Armory: A few minutes later
Marx cocks an insanely large weapon. "OK, rook, the base is under attack, and it's down to US to defend it!"
Player 1 yells, "Did you call me ROOK!? You frickin' idiot!" He rushes him and punches him about ten times. Marx doesn't react, but Player 1 keeps yelling, "I've beaten this on Improbable difficulty by myself! And I left you in the dust every time! The only reason you call me rook is 'cause you're invincible!"
Alex chimes in, "Hey... can I die?"
Player 1 turns to him. "Sure, I'll shoot you in the face right now if you wa... what? It doesn't let me! Come on!" He rushes him and stands freakishly close to his face. "You are one dumb looking fool. I want to shoot you in the face. And you're not even looking at me!"
Marx launches into a little speech. "Alright team, let's get out there. I know you're hideout is usually here, Gunny, but we even need the cook out there today. You ready, rook?"
Player 1 shouts, "I have more experience than your mom did in high school!"
Alex says, "You can call me Alex."
Marx turns around. "OK. Alex. Let's go!"
[[Pick or create, and jump in!]]