Post by Sanjo on Nov 30, 2009 4:12:24 GMT -5
I have decided to try something out: stick with a project no matter how it turns out and finish it by the end of the year. I want to continue my creativity, which I feel has been taken away from me ever since I got to college (darn professors... eating up my free time...). So, I want to kick off an idea I've had, and I want to keep it going. Criticism is always welcomed, and your thoughts in general would be awesome. I do, however, need to give out a small warning: There is some violence involved, and yes, gore and conversations of gore is somewhat described. You've been forewarned.
"You need more practice. Again!" A sword slashed through the air, then was battered down by another of equal length. They continued to clash until one broke free and lunged at a figure behind it. Just as the sword was about to impale the object, the object jumped back and brought the sword to clash again. "Better."
"Heh, easy for you to say." Both swords were dropped to the wooden floor as the figure hopped off the platform onto the grass. "Your the one who's attacking in this match, not me." Walking a few feet further, the figure lowered itself to the ground.
"But your dodging is impeccable. A few slips here and there, yes, but your reflexes are unmatched."
"What good is running away if your going to be confronted by the same problem later?"
The other figure joined him, handing him his sword and resting his on his legs once he sat. "Strategy will always be strategy. Running around may seem useless, but it's all one can do when there isn't anything else one can do."
The figure stood up once more, angered by the topic. "Then what of those who just run away to escape their fate... their justice!" He bent down to pick up his sword again. "I swear, I will eliminate everyone who runs because they avoid what they deserve!" He swung his sword through the air diagonally, slicing the sky and the distant horizon.
A man stood in front of him, eyes widened and hands clenched on the sword that just slashed through his body. Slowly, he knelt to the ground, trying his hardest to breathe, then fell backward silently, slipping off of the weapon. The killer brought up his sword and looked at the darkened color of his steel. "That's right... That's what I said ten years ago..." He swung his sword again, removing most traces of the dark substance, then sheathed it. He walked over to the body, searching through all of the pockets frantically. Finally, he pulled out a wallet and look through it until he lifted out his ID Card. "What the..." He held it in his hands for a few seconds, then threw it to the side. "I knew it." He began to walk out of the dimly lit warehouse, his shoes hitting the floor hard with every step.
"Hey! Look who's back!" The man walked into a small apartment building with an even smaller interior. The room had a small fog drifting through the place as two men sat at a small table in the center of the room. One was holding a clipboard, with plenty of papers next to him, and the other was smoking his cigar, leaning back on the two hind legs of the chair. The man with the cigar continued to talk: "The legendary hero himself! I would bow to you properly, but I'm in the middle of kickin' this guy's-"
"That's quite enough, Tad."
"Aww, what's the matter, Mr. Hero? Rough day?"
"Barely." He walked over and pulled up a seat next to the two of them, smiling slightly. "Just wasn't exactly what I thought it'd be, ya know?"
Tad chuckled a little, setting his chair back down onto its four legs. "What? Mr. Hero misses the life-threatening action? Or just not enough blood to go around." He laughed louder than ever, thinking of himself as a big joker.
"I'd rather not hear you talk about your 'work' when I'm trying to do some research for you." The man finally lifted his head from his clipboard, a tall face with glasses, short brown hair, and green eyes. "You know that I can't stand that kind of dirty work."
"Heh, right. Sorry, I forgot. But rest assured that everything Tad is referring to is false."
Tad coughed in an attempt to clear his throat, and directed his immense energy towards the other man. "C'mon, you really can't be that much of a coward!"
"Why do you think that I enrolled into this position? Not because I'm a coward, but because I'm squeamish."
"And there's a difference?" Tad slammed his hands on the table and lifted himself form his seat. "Anyone who just can't harm a guy doesn't belong here, regardless of position." Soon, the other man rose from his seat, enraged.
"Ya know, I've had just about enough of you and your 'criticism'!"
"Now, c'mon Jeremy. No need to prove yourself." He was standing between Jeremy and Tad, trying to break up the potential fight. "What's next on my schedule?"
Jeremy backed off reluctantly, and picked back up his clipboard, skimming through the pages. "Ah, right. Well, the next thing you have to do is create that introduction for the newbies. Annoying, right?"
"Yeah... very..." He walked into a smaller room, leaving the other two glaring at each other. He shut the door behind him, took a deep breathe, and turned around to see a messy room with random junk all around the floor. He stepped around the mess of clothes, papers, and the occasional weapon or two, and made his way to a desk that was near the back of the room. It was the only relatively clean area in the entire area, with a computer and keyboard sitting neatly on top of it. He sat in a chair that was behind the desk, and began typing codes in immediately. Soon after, a voice rang from the computer: "Please record the video after the red light has appeared. Others are using this server as well, so it may take a few minutes..."
"Perfect. Exactly what I need now." He waited patiently for the red light, sighing heavily at the seconds that crawled by like hours. Soon, the red light appeared as the same voice from the computer pierced the silence telling him to speak.
"Hello, rookies. For those of you who don't know me, though you probably already do from all of the rumors and recruitment posters, my name is Terry Kaughlin. Let me be the first to welcome you to the Academy of Terrain 13."
The speech rolled on until he was finished. He slammed a key on the keyboard to tell the computer he was done, and soon it shut down to leave him in the dark. Leaning his head back and closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and remembered the training he went through with his sword. Above all, he heard a statement ring through his head like a song: "I swear, I will eliminate everyone who runs because they avoid what they deserve..." Suddenly, a knock on the door was heard. Shocked, as if he had just been woken up, he propped his head up and set himself straight to look professional. "Come in!"
"It's just me, sir." Jeremy crept through the door, and slowly shut it as to not make so much noise. "Was he our man?"
"... No... Nowhere close... It was just another innocent bum..."
Looking concerned now, Jeremy approached closer to Terry, trying his hardest not to step on something that would kill him. "...What could this mean? We've been looking all over for a leak, and all of our intell has been wrong thus far..."
"Simple, Jeremy. 'They' are onto us... Terrain 13 knows that we know something and are trying to lead us astray." The tone of voice was monotonous, as the entire focus and interest of Terry was on something else other than their predicament. A little on guard, Jeremy replied harshly.
"So what do you suppose we do? Wait around to get caught?"
Terry thought about it for a moment, thinking out every possibility he could see. After a minute, he came to a conclusion. "Well, I guess we'll find out when we spring the next trap, huh?"
"You need more practice. Again!" A sword slashed through the air, then was battered down by another of equal length. They continued to clash until one broke free and lunged at a figure behind it. Just as the sword was about to impale the object, the object jumped back and brought the sword to clash again. "Better."
"Heh, easy for you to say." Both swords were dropped to the wooden floor as the figure hopped off the platform onto the grass. "Your the one who's attacking in this match, not me." Walking a few feet further, the figure lowered itself to the ground.
"But your dodging is impeccable. A few slips here and there, yes, but your reflexes are unmatched."
"What good is running away if your going to be confronted by the same problem later?"
The other figure joined him, handing him his sword and resting his on his legs once he sat. "Strategy will always be strategy. Running around may seem useless, but it's all one can do when there isn't anything else one can do."
The figure stood up once more, angered by the topic. "Then what of those who just run away to escape their fate... their justice!" He bent down to pick up his sword again. "I swear, I will eliminate everyone who runs because they avoid what they deserve!" He swung his sword through the air diagonally, slicing the sky and the distant horizon.
A man stood in front of him, eyes widened and hands clenched on the sword that just slashed through his body. Slowly, he knelt to the ground, trying his hardest to breathe, then fell backward silently, slipping off of the weapon. The killer brought up his sword and looked at the darkened color of his steel. "That's right... That's what I said ten years ago..." He swung his sword again, removing most traces of the dark substance, then sheathed it. He walked over to the body, searching through all of the pockets frantically. Finally, he pulled out a wallet and look through it until he lifted out his ID Card. "What the..." He held it in his hands for a few seconds, then threw it to the side. "I knew it." He began to walk out of the dimly lit warehouse, his shoes hitting the floor hard with every step.
"Hey! Look who's back!" The man walked into a small apartment building with an even smaller interior. The room had a small fog drifting through the place as two men sat at a small table in the center of the room. One was holding a clipboard, with plenty of papers next to him, and the other was smoking his cigar, leaning back on the two hind legs of the chair. The man with the cigar continued to talk: "The legendary hero himself! I would bow to you properly, but I'm in the middle of kickin' this guy's-"
"That's quite enough, Tad."
"Aww, what's the matter, Mr. Hero? Rough day?"
"Barely." He walked over and pulled up a seat next to the two of them, smiling slightly. "Just wasn't exactly what I thought it'd be, ya know?"
Tad chuckled a little, setting his chair back down onto its four legs. "What? Mr. Hero misses the life-threatening action? Or just not enough blood to go around." He laughed louder than ever, thinking of himself as a big joker.
"I'd rather not hear you talk about your 'work' when I'm trying to do some research for you." The man finally lifted his head from his clipboard, a tall face with glasses, short brown hair, and green eyes. "You know that I can't stand that kind of dirty work."
"Heh, right. Sorry, I forgot. But rest assured that everything Tad is referring to is false."
Tad coughed in an attempt to clear his throat, and directed his immense energy towards the other man. "C'mon, you really can't be that much of a coward!"
"Why do you think that I enrolled into this position? Not because I'm a coward, but because I'm squeamish."
"And there's a difference?" Tad slammed his hands on the table and lifted himself form his seat. "Anyone who just can't harm a guy doesn't belong here, regardless of position." Soon, the other man rose from his seat, enraged.
"Ya know, I've had just about enough of you and your 'criticism'!"
"Now, c'mon Jeremy. No need to prove yourself." He was standing between Jeremy and Tad, trying to break up the potential fight. "What's next on my schedule?"
Jeremy backed off reluctantly, and picked back up his clipboard, skimming through the pages. "Ah, right. Well, the next thing you have to do is create that introduction for the newbies. Annoying, right?"
"Yeah... very..." He walked into a smaller room, leaving the other two glaring at each other. He shut the door behind him, took a deep breathe, and turned around to see a messy room with random junk all around the floor. He stepped around the mess of clothes, papers, and the occasional weapon or two, and made his way to a desk that was near the back of the room. It was the only relatively clean area in the entire area, with a computer and keyboard sitting neatly on top of it. He sat in a chair that was behind the desk, and began typing codes in immediately. Soon after, a voice rang from the computer: "Please record the video after the red light has appeared. Others are using this server as well, so it may take a few minutes..."
"Perfect. Exactly what I need now." He waited patiently for the red light, sighing heavily at the seconds that crawled by like hours. Soon, the red light appeared as the same voice from the computer pierced the silence telling him to speak.
"Hello, rookies. For those of you who don't know me, though you probably already do from all of the rumors and recruitment posters, my name is Terry Kaughlin. Let me be the first to welcome you to the Academy of Terrain 13."
The speech rolled on until he was finished. He slammed a key on the keyboard to tell the computer he was done, and soon it shut down to leave him in the dark. Leaning his head back and closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and remembered the training he went through with his sword. Above all, he heard a statement ring through his head like a song: "I swear, I will eliminate everyone who runs because they avoid what they deserve..." Suddenly, a knock on the door was heard. Shocked, as if he had just been woken up, he propped his head up and set himself straight to look professional. "Come in!"
"It's just me, sir." Jeremy crept through the door, and slowly shut it as to not make so much noise. "Was he our man?"
"... No... Nowhere close... It was just another innocent bum..."
Looking concerned now, Jeremy approached closer to Terry, trying his hardest not to step on something that would kill him. "...What could this mean? We've been looking all over for a leak, and all of our intell has been wrong thus far..."
"Simple, Jeremy. 'They' are onto us... Terrain 13 knows that we know something and are trying to lead us astray." The tone of voice was monotonous, as the entire focus and interest of Terry was on something else other than their predicament. A little on guard, Jeremy replied harshly.
"So what do you suppose we do? Wait around to get caught?"
Terry thought about it for a moment, thinking out every possibility he could see. After a minute, he came to a conclusion. "Well, I guess we'll find out when we spring the next trap, huh?"