Post by Zarth on Sept 28, 2009 21:32:01 GMT -5
Edited by Grimscott, thanks! I thought that i'de give grent a break because of al the life stuff he's going through at the moment.
ENJOY!
Bloodless Blood line
Prologue
1 month and 3 days after the attack
Brawl City was in ruins. The Really Really Tall Tower had been split into four pieces right down to the bottom, each piece hanging like the Leaning Tower of Pisa in four different directions. The tower's metallic skeleton was exposed and broken, dead electrical wires were hanging from all over the four pieces. Suspension wires that were used to help keep the building together as it stood tall before the attack were stretched and beginning to unravel, slowly loosing grip on the building. Strong gusts of wind high above in the upper parts of the four pieces caused debris of all sizes to come tumbling down to the surface. Furniture within the building was scattered everywhere, nice luxury wooden sofas and desks had been shattered to pieces. Papers were littered everywhere. Almost every window had been shattered. The building gently rocked as the wind blew through it, making very eerie sounds when large amounts of metal starts to bend.
Close to a third of Brawl City's population had been wiped out. Roads had craters of all sizes scattered throughout the city and streams of dried magma blanketed the city streets. Mangled and burned corpses were littered everywhere. Some sticking out of broken windows and cars all over the roads, some strung up by wires via their feet or hands from destroyed buildings. Thousands of cars had been abandoned from all over the city, some looking as though they were crushed by tentacles, others having large bullet holes through them, some with pieces missing that were nowhere to be found.
The few civilians that were left took refuge in alleys and malls to keep off the streets, kept warm by burning barrels. They took care of one another and stayed together wearing tattered and ripped clothing, sharing food and supplies to stay alive.
Holes that looked like small dead volcanoes were scattered all along the inner parts of the city. At least four square miles of the inner city somehow sank a hundred meters into the ground, causing large, steep cliffs to surround it. Hundreds of dark stringy figures of all sizes were moving along the inner city streets like drunks, letting out sad moans that would drive a man insane. Buildings were hanging along the edge of the cliff, the only thing keeping some buildings from falling down the hole were highly strained telephone wires.
Winds that could make any soul shiver in terror slowly blew through the city, causing small dust clouds filled with twigs and papers through the streets. Small parks and trees were burned to dust. The once pure and flat White Void it now a rocky dark burnt brown colour, large faults stretching out from the city as far as the eye could see. The sky had been polluted with smoke; the sun gave it a very ominous orange colour.
Gunsmith could be seen running out of the western city border; his blue, tight suit had been ripped and burned. He had in front of him a dirty wheelbarrow containing a passed out Balto-Boy. Both of his feet and his right hand were hanging out over the end of the barrel, his left hand resting on his chest. Balto's fur had patches ripped and stained with his own blood. Half of his left ear was missing, his glove was a wreck, his pants covered in holes and his left arm was broken in two places. Gunsmith ran as fast as he could, making it a very bumpy ride for Balto. He kept on until he reached a pile of dirt standing ten feet tall with a large cardboard boulder, an excellent copy of a real boulder, blocking a brown metal door coated with dirt and rust.
Gunsmith sat the barrel down and walked over to the fake boulder and proceeded to push it out of the way. He then turned around to push down on a long heavy handle that kept the door shut. The sound of large gears behind the door started to turn, loosening door. Gunsmith put both his hands on the door and pulled with all his might to swing it open. It dragged along the ground, building up a small pile of dirt and rocks, making a loud screech from the lack of oil. A long and rocky staircase was revealed, lit up by torches along the right wall, which went down for ten meters to a hall that curved to the left. Gunsmith walked over and grabbed the smooth, wooden handles of the wheelbarrow and swung it around to walk to backwards down the staircase. Balto cringed in pain, forcing him to slowly wake up. At the bottom of the stairs and around the curved hall, they came to a rotting, poorly put together wooden door.
Gunsmith pushed it open with the wheelbarrow. They came to a cave-like room with a single light bulb hanging in the middle of a room that was about fifty square feet. There were four old bunk beds with no sheets, only a pillow and a single blanket on each one, two of the beds were taken up by both Spawner and Took Man who had been in a coma since the attack. A small, battered, wooden table sat in the middle of the room where Bazooka Bro, Captain-Chip, Hawshman and Nitro all sat, playing a card game. To the right, there was a large pile of canned goods and water where Yacascott was sitting on a box, nibbling on a Balto-Bar. At the far end of the room, Yacazuma sat there facing the wall, rocking back and forth curled up in a ball, eyes wide open and mumbling random words under his breath.
Gunsmith picked up Balto from the wheelbarrow and walked over to one of the beds, gently laying him down. He then walked back out the door to close the entrance door up above. Shackles stood up from behind the pile of food and looked around to see who had just come in and saw Balto slowly sitting up, rubbing his head with his right hand from being knocked out earlier that day.
“Oh, Balto you're back! What took you?” Shackles said, happy to see him. He jumped over the food and walked over to Balto.
“Huh? What?” Balto said, still a little dazed. Nitro, Captain-Chip and Bazooka Bro, who were too concentrated on the game when they came in, all looked over to him.
“Oh hey, Shackles. Sorry, something hit my head earlier today... and broke my arm. Heh.” Balto kiddingly said. Gunsmith walked back in the room and closed the wooden door behind him, sitting down by the small table with the others and looking over at Yaca.
“He still hasn’t snapped out of it, has he?” Gunsmith asked, shaking his head.
“Nope, ever since Grimscott was slaughtered right in front of him...God, that was brutal.” Nitro shivered, recalling the event.
“Hey. Balto? When are we going to do something about the city? It’s just falling apart out there. We need to find all the others. They’ve got to be somewhere, right? Why are we just sitting around here like this?” Bazooka Bro said.
Balto laid back against the wall beside the bed and closed his eyes, trying to relax while answering Bazooka Bro's question.
“What can we do right now? I’ve already searched half of the goddamn city and I haven’t found single brawler. Took Man and Spawner are out of commission, my arm is broken, Yaca is going through a mental break down, last time I saw Ghost he was trying to build something so he could fly off into space and Marckus was kidnapped. Number Nine, Grimscott, Wires, and Nurse are all dead. McJesus... Hell, I have no idea where he’s gone... Quickfeet for some reason joined those monsters... and Zarth just got up and left. So you tell me. What are we going to do!? Just one of those monsters could take on ten of us no problem, and there are five of them."
Bazooka Bro was silent and looked to the ground, embarrassed from what Balto had said. Yaca stopped rocking and went silent when Balto said Grimscott’s name.
“Well, we could try to take back the inner city from those things. There might be some brawlers in there, hiding away in the high rises...” Yacascott said in a shy tone.
“That isn’t a half bad idea. But we’re going to need a lot of manpower for then. There’s a tons of those things down there. If only these two woke up, maybe we would have a chance...” Balto said while rubbing his eyes.
The room started to gently shake and small plumes of dust started to fall from the ceiling. A humming noise could be heard, like something was slowly flying over the cave. Balto put his finger up to his mouth, telling everyone to be quiet. A few seconds passed by the humming stopped.
“What was that?” Yacascott asked out of the blue.
“I have no idea.” Balto answered, but just a curious as Yacascott.
“Another earthquake, we’ve been getting a lot of those, the first one was when they came.” Gunsmith said calmly. Yaca turned around to face everyone.
“Where be my princess, oh lovely tards?” Yaca asked, sounding like an insane old man. He fell to his side and started to rock back and forth once again mumbling random words.
“Oh, daddy, when will you snap out of it?” Yacascott said, getting all teary-eyed while looking at his Balto-Bar.
“No! No! Don’t touch that! It isn’t yours! Goddamn it!” Took Man called out in his sleep. Everyone looked over and gave a little chuckle. A shockwave from an explosion above ground rocked through the cave, everyone looked at one another.
“What was that?!” Nitro yelled.
“Dunno, let’s go check it out.” Balto said, interested of what might be happening up on top. Everyone got up and ran out the wooden door and up to the large metallic one. Bazooka Bro pushed his way through and slowly shifted the door open. They all scattered out around the dirt mound and started to look around from where the sound came from.
"Over there! It’s MVG!!” Captain-Chip yelled. MVG was on the ground badly wounded when one of the five monsters fell to the ground from above, shattering the ground under him and kicking up a cloud of dust.
“Crap! It’s him!” Nitro freaked out and backed up shakily.
There he was, a man seven feet tall with feet like a dragon's from the ankles down. His left arm was a rust golden colour and with scaly covering, a bright red light on the end where the hand should've been. The right arm was metallic, but moved naturally. He wore tattered, brown shorts that extended to his knees, and was shirtless. But along the center of his chest was very ridged skin that looked rock-like, with a glowing red light in the center that went around his neck and down both his back and chest. Extra bones on his back rose out from his skin and formed a very bony tail-looking appendage that began at the shoulder blades and extended for about a meter and a half. On the end, the bones formed a spear-like shape. His eyes were blood red and his teeth were sharp as knives. With bright red, spiky hair, he appeared to be in his early thirties.
There was a thirst for blood in his eyes, and he was very muscular, looking human from his chest and legs down to his ankles. Breathing heavily, he slowly walked over to MVG, stomping the ground with each step. MVG attempted to crawl away, but the thing raised his right arm at the fallen Brawler, and from his elbow down to his fingertips, things began to shift. Plates of metal moved around, attaching and separating from each other.
ENJOY!
Bloodless Blood line
Prologue
1 month and 3 days after the attack
Brawl City was in ruins. The Really Really Tall Tower had been split into four pieces right down to the bottom, each piece hanging like the Leaning Tower of Pisa in four different directions. The tower's metallic skeleton was exposed and broken, dead electrical wires were hanging from all over the four pieces. Suspension wires that were used to help keep the building together as it stood tall before the attack were stretched and beginning to unravel, slowly loosing grip on the building. Strong gusts of wind high above in the upper parts of the four pieces caused debris of all sizes to come tumbling down to the surface. Furniture within the building was scattered everywhere, nice luxury wooden sofas and desks had been shattered to pieces. Papers were littered everywhere. Almost every window had been shattered. The building gently rocked as the wind blew through it, making very eerie sounds when large amounts of metal starts to bend.
Close to a third of Brawl City's population had been wiped out. Roads had craters of all sizes scattered throughout the city and streams of dried magma blanketed the city streets. Mangled and burned corpses were littered everywhere. Some sticking out of broken windows and cars all over the roads, some strung up by wires via their feet or hands from destroyed buildings. Thousands of cars had been abandoned from all over the city, some looking as though they were crushed by tentacles, others having large bullet holes through them, some with pieces missing that were nowhere to be found.
The few civilians that were left took refuge in alleys and malls to keep off the streets, kept warm by burning barrels. They took care of one another and stayed together wearing tattered and ripped clothing, sharing food and supplies to stay alive.
Holes that looked like small dead volcanoes were scattered all along the inner parts of the city. At least four square miles of the inner city somehow sank a hundred meters into the ground, causing large, steep cliffs to surround it. Hundreds of dark stringy figures of all sizes were moving along the inner city streets like drunks, letting out sad moans that would drive a man insane. Buildings were hanging along the edge of the cliff, the only thing keeping some buildings from falling down the hole were highly strained telephone wires.
Winds that could make any soul shiver in terror slowly blew through the city, causing small dust clouds filled with twigs and papers through the streets. Small parks and trees were burned to dust. The once pure and flat White Void it now a rocky dark burnt brown colour, large faults stretching out from the city as far as the eye could see. The sky had been polluted with smoke; the sun gave it a very ominous orange colour.
Gunsmith could be seen running out of the western city border; his blue, tight suit had been ripped and burned. He had in front of him a dirty wheelbarrow containing a passed out Balto-Boy. Both of his feet and his right hand were hanging out over the end of the barrel, his left hand resting on his chest. Balto's fur had patches ripped and stained with his own blood. Half of his left ear was missing, his glove was a wreck, his pants covered in holes and his left arm was broken in two places. Gunsmith ran as fast as he could, making it a very bumpy ride for Balto. He kept on until he reached a pile of dirt standing ten feet tall with a large cardboard boulder, an excellent copy of a real boulder, blocking a brown metal door coated with dirt and rust.
Gunsmith sat the barrel down and walked over to the fake boulder and proceeded to push it out of the way. He then turned around to push down on a long heavy handle that kept the door shut. The sound of large gears behind the door started to turn, loosening door. Gunsmith put both his hands on the door and pulled with all his might to swing it open. It dragged along the ground, building up a small pile of dirt and rocks, making a loud screech from the lack of oil. A long and rocky staircase was revealed, lit up by torches along the right wall, which went down for ten meters to a hall that curved to the left. Gunsmith walked over and grabbed the smooth, wooden handles of the wheelbarrow and swung it around to walk to backwards down the staircase. Balto cringed in pain, forcing him to slowly wake up. At the bottom of the stairs and around the curved hall, they came to a rotting, poorly put together wooden door.
Gunsmith pushed it open with the wheelbarrow. They came to a cave-like room with a single light bulb hanging in the middle of a room that was about fifty square feet. There were four old bunk beds with no sheets, only a pillow and a single blanket on each one, two of the beds were taken up by both Spawner and Took Man who had been in a coma since the attack. A small, battered, wooden table sat in the middle of the room where Bazooka Bro, Captain-Chip, Hawshman and Nitro all sat, playing a card game. To the right, there was a large pile of canned goods and water where Yacascott was sitting on a box, nibbling on a Balto-Bar. At the far end of the room, Yacazuma sat there facing the wall, rocking back and forth curled up in a ball, eyes wide open and mumbling random words under his breath.
Gunsmith picked up Balto from the wheelbarrow and walked over to one of the beds, gently laying him down. He then walked back out the door to close the entrance door up above. Shackles stood up from behind the pile of food and looked around to see who had just come in and saw Balto slowly sitting up, rubbing his head with his right hand from being knocked out earlier that day.
“Oh, Balto you're back! What took you?” Shackles said, happy to see him. He jumped over the food and walked over to Balto.
“Huh? What?” Balto said, still a little dazed. Nitro, Captain-Chip and Bazooka Bro, who were too concentrated on the game when they came in, all looked over to him.
“Oh hey, Shackles. Sorry, something hit my head earlier today... and broke my arm. Heh.” Balto kiddingly said. Gunsmith walked back in the room and closed the wooden door behind him, sitting down by the small table with the others and looking over at Yaca.
“He still hasn’t snapped out of it, has he?” Gunsmith asked, shaking his head.
“Nope, ever since Grimscott was slaughtered right in front of him...God, that was brutal.” Nitro shivered, recalling the event.
“Hey. Balto? When are we going to do something about the city? It’s just falling apart out there. We need to find all the others. They’ve got to be somewhere, right? Why are we just sitting around here like this?” Bazooka Bro said.
Balto laid back against the wall beside the bed and closed his eyes, trying to relax while answering Bazooka Bro's question.
“What can we do right now? I’ve already searched half of the goddamn city and I haven’t found single brawler. Took Man and Spawner are out of commission, my arm is broken, Yaca is going through a mental break down, last time I saw Ghost he was trying to build something so he could fly off into space and Marckus was kidnapped. Number Nine, Grimscott, Wires, and Nurse are all dead. McJesus... Hell, I have no idea where he’s gone... Quickfeet for some reason joined those monsters... and Zarth just got up and left. So you tell me. What are we going to do!? Just one of those monsters could take on ten of us no problem, and there are five of them."
Bazooka Bro was silent and looked to the ground, embarrassed from what Balto had said. Yaca stopped rocking and went silent when Balto said Grimscott’s name.
“Well, we could try to take back the inner city from those things. There might be some brawlers in there, hiding away in the high rises...” Yacascott said in a shy tone.
“That isn’t a half bad idea. But we’re going to need a lot of manpower for then. There’s a tons of those things down there. If only these two woke up, maybe we would have a chance...” Balto said while rubbing his eyes.
The room started to gently shake and small plumes of dust started to fall from the ceiling. A humming noise could be heard, like something was slowly flying over the cave. Balto put his finger up to his mouth, telling everyone to be quiet. A few seconds passed by the humming stopped.
“What was that?” Yacascott asked out of the blue.
“I have no idea.” Balto answered, but just a curious as Yacascott.
“Another earthquake, we’ve been getting a lot of those, the first one was when they came.” Gunsmith said calmly. Yaca turned around to face everyone.
“Where be my princess, oh lovely tards?” Yaca asked, sounding like an insane old man. He fell to his side and started to rock back and forth once again mumbling random words.
“Oh, daddy, when will you snap out of it?” Yacascott said, getting all teary-eyed while looking at his Balto-Bar.
“No! No! Don’t touch that! It isn’t yours! Goddamn it!” Took Man called out in his sleep. Everyone looked over and gave a little chuckle. A shockwave from an explosion above ground rocked through the cave, everyone looked at one another.
“What was that?!” Nitro yelled.
“Dunno, let’s go check it out.” Balto said, interested of what might be happening up on top. Everyone got up and ran out the wooden door and up to the large metallic one. Bazooka Bro pushed his way through and slowly shifted the door open. They all scattered out around the dirt mound and started to look around from where the sound came from.
"Over there! It’s MVG!!” Captain-Chip yelled. MVG was on the ground badly wounded when one of the five monsters fell to the ground from above, shattering the ground under him and kicking up a cloud of dust.
“Crap! It’s him!” Nitro freaked out and backed up shakily.
There he was, a man seven feet tall with feet like a dragon's from the ankles down. His left arm was a rust golden colour and with scaly covering, a bright red light on the end where the hand should've been. The right arm was metallic, but moved naturally. He wore tattered, brown shorts that extended to his knees, and was shirtless. But along the center of his chest was very ridged skin that looked rock-like, with a glowing red light in the center that went around his neck and down both his back and chest. Extra bones on his back rose out from his skin and formed a very bony tail-looking appendage that began at the shoulder blades and extended for about a meter and a half. On the end, the bones formed a spear-like shape. His eyes were blood red and his teeth were sharp as knives. With bright red, spiky hair, he appeared to be in his early thirties.
There was a thirst for blood in his eyes, and he was very muscular, looking human from his chest and legs down to his ankles. Breathing heavily, he slowly walked over to MVG, stomping the ground with each step. MVG attempted to crawl away, but the thing raised his right arm at the fallen Brawler, and from his elbow down to his fingertips, things began to shift. Plates of metal moved around, attaching and separating from each other.