Story [Issue 2] Smoky XT Chronicles: Domination

[Tommy60 406]

Notice: I was only able to recover the text for this edition. My apologies.

Smoky XT Chronicles: Domination

KRA-KOW! The explosion marks my twentieth kill in a row, without any injury being inflicted upon myself. This new weapon, this <<Smoky XT>>, is unlike anything I have ever seen! The time between rounds is almost nonexistent, and the damage dealt out with each shot is incredibly high for one of its caliber. Thinking this, I destroy another helpless enemy. Twenty-one. With each kill, my breath quickens, and the anxiety grows. Getting friendly with another is not an option; he may turn his back on me. Speaking is, as always, unnecessary. Any of those amateur mistakes could lead to an unexpected death.

I have advanced through the rankings quickly, from what I have gathered from my adversaries who have made the error to speak. I now am aware of the various ranks in this world, and the names designated to them. When I first came into existence, I was a puny, insignificant recruit. I am now a <<Sergeant>>, symbolized by three flattened yellow V’s on top of each other. Another seven kills have come and gone, but the worry of erring on my part never ceases to exit my brain. Dying seems like the end of everything to me, despite having the knowledge that a respawn will automatically resurrect my chassis to another location. Thinking so, my only thoughts are of the next enemy—what weapon he will bear, what supplies he will have activated, and most importantly, the amount of energy he has left. I swiftly stalk around a corner, and the house from where my <<toy>> was found appears before me. No longer is the door opened, no longer is there a secret, omnipotent weapon inside. Feeling uneasy, I decide to return to my garage, in the hope of finding a more challenging battle.

The hallway outside of my private room is long and wide, lined with an infinite amount of doors stretching on for kilometers. Above each door lies a small, digital screen. Each has two rows of text in green, glowing font. The topmost lists the name of the field in which the battle takes place. Some others refer to the battlefields as <cards>>, for reasons I do not know. The lower line displays the name of the battle that its creator had selected for it, and the number of players currently warring. I decide to venture out into other fields of battle, selecting a field called <<Wolfenstain>>. The customized name is a pattern of two repeating characters <<WWII>>, and the number of players is a decent size of fifteen. Without giving it much thought, I drive through the doorway.

I spawn in what appears to be a long tunnel. I check for enemies around the corners, and find myself to be alone. Annoyed, I drive forward, cautiously rounding every corner in anticipation of hostiles. After another turn, an upward-leading ramp appears before me. I slowly drive up. I emerge in a yet another hallway with a new ramp at the end of it. Annoyed by the redundancy, I go up the ramp, and find myself underneath a bridge. There, lying atop the bridge, lies a tank of enormous proportions. It has a massive chassis with a long, menacing turret with red power cells glowing all over the length of the barrel. The paint job, it is a beautiful combination of red and yellow flames. I look over to the opposite side of the map, where a medium-sized tank speeds along an alleyway between two houses. The tank above me releases a dark red spark of energy that instantaneously hits and destroys the fleeing tank, sending it soaring many meters into the air. After observing the mammoth of a tank for some time, I discover that it can not shoot high-energy shots while it is moving. I add the conclusion to my mental database, and wait for the guy to be destroyed by another tank of the same turret. This weapon is impressive, but I would choose my Smoky XT over it any day. No other tanks present within viewing range, I head towards the elevated central building of the map. I climb a steep slope and reach a small, top area with very little obstacles. “A great sniping spot,” I happily think to myself. Examining my surroundings, I find that I can see virtually everywhere on the battlefield, so no enemies will be able to sneak up on me. As I turn back to the ramp which I had just climbed, I see a multitude of tanks waiting around on the ramp. Without a moment’s thought, I race for cover in my new <<room>>, and wait for the assault to begin. Five seconds, ten seconds—nothing is happening! I peer around the corner, and see that they are just waiting there. The swarm of various tanks seems to be waiting for something. Curious of their desire to fight, I lean forward, and give the closest enemy a quick two shots of my weapon. He hurriedly pushes away some other tanks behind him, and situates himself under my range of fire, but still on the ramp. “That’s strange,” I pondered within myself. “What could they possibly be waiting for? Supplies falls all over this map!” I see a sparkle in the sky. The crowd begins to get more fidgety. As the object nears, I begin to hear the sounds of battle beneath me. As the object gets closer, I can make out the typical, cubic shape of a supplies box. But this one is different. It is—golden! A golden box that proudly displays the number <<100>>, with a blue crystal above it. Being overcome by an instinctive drive, I begin to shoot down the peons beneath me. One by one, they cry out with agony as their corpses are exploded to pieces. As the glittering box reaches the ground, I quickly collect it. The feeling of the golden box feels as if it is radiating an amazing feeling of joy. Alas, my moment of ecstasy is ended when I see a few <<mammoths>> with full supplies come my way. I decide it would be in my best interests to leave. But making a decision is a far different thing from committing to a course of action. I do not find myself being wisked away by the teleporter that has always carried me home before. I am stuck, with an army of behemoths rushing straight towards me. One begins to charge his weapon. An orange sphere of light appears on the tip of his barrel…

Edited September 23, 2017 by Hexed

[r_T.Doctor0 0]

Hello! I do not understand what you mean, but I'm just looking around. Sorry.

[Tommy60 406]

During the transfer to this new forum layout, a few topics, including this one, were a bit jumbled up. The original post for this article was deleted or moved elsewhere, so at one point, it was just a topic full of replies to a story that wasn't there. I could not find the links for the pictures that went with this article, but luckily, I saved the text on my hard drive.

[spartan343 8]

You're*

 

[cube3e 1,973]

thanks for recovering the story: im not to bothered adout any old picture

[qak1999 0]

is the mystery weapon shaft?

[redfrostgragon 4]

qak1999, Its smoky XT it was a turret during tankis old version and was then taken awa after some tim e

[jazz20 1,181]

Smoky XT must've been some heck of an event for its time  :o