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Here is ma story so far. Yeah it is boring but I have to get through the intro to get to the fights and interesting bits so... 

The general glanced at the M3 Hornet. ‘It’s perfect.” He glanced at the sleek vehicle in wonder. It was something to behold, the Hornet, its armour constructed from the metal Extisona, gleaming in the artificial light. “Just as you ordered it,” Nathan nodded, his face streaked with black, weary and gaunt. The general gazed once more. Even inactive, it was humming with boundless power, armed with weapons decades ahead of their time. He attempted a smile. “Exactly like I ordered it,” face gaunt, while the darkness seemed to writhe behind them in the abandoned bunker.

                                                                   

 

Lari sat silent as the stratetaxi flew into the blue sky streaked with crimson. It soared into the horizons, then slowly gliding to a stop outside the metropolis in the skies, with towering gleaming buildings, like a forest of steel. It was encased in a reflective dome to stop the burning sun, which had slowly developed, until stepping into a shaft of sunlight was to step into an inferno. The stratetaxi lowered into the main trunk of metal supporting the giant dome. A revolving door admitted the hovering craft inside. Lari swiped his card on a sensor, and the door of the stratetaxi slowly crumpled up and opened. Lari walked out, and the stratetaxi shot off, blurring into the sky.

 

He slowly walked along the dome, trailing his fingers along the cool solax-glass, contemplating. 

 

 

 

That's it for now I guess. Cya! :)

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Technically the game is a bit different in that the story has no plot and the game just meanders from one scene to another with no core message. I think this topic is targeted for player's personal story.

[TriNitroToIuene 4,765]

RAIDING THE TREASURY

 

PART ONE

Treasury Code K11, Safe 3 

12 p.m

 

At the dead of night, the witching hour, when wolves howled, when nocturnal creatures were afoot, while the city of Kungur slept; all lights were switched off, and even watchdogs had trouble keeping their eyes open, stood the State Treasury, an imposing, magnificent white building, guarded by the most agile Mammoths by day, but by a meagre Wasp by night.

 

The security guard, Lester Brunswick, snored like a rhinoceros inside his Wasp, his Hammer lying dilapidated at his side. No use for it, he would reason. That building’s got a sweet alarm system. There ain’t no one getting in here.

 

And indeed, behind Lester’s tank, security cameras gleamed, and laser sensors dotted the corridoors. The most advanced alarm on the planet. Even a cat burglar would have trouble getting through it. Heck, leave that alone, even a magpie would be caught before it left the building’s threshold.

 

A perfect trap for thieves, considered by many as the ‘impregnable building,’ an opinion valued by the experts for seventy-five years since its establishment in the beginning of the century.

 

An opinion that was going to change overnight.

 

~~~~~~~~~~

 

The silent air was rent by whispers, not twenty feet from where Lester slept.

 

“Tools?”

 

“Check.”

 

“Security code?”

 

“138226”

 

“The guard?”

 

“Sleeping.”

 

“Fingerprint access?”

 

“Boss’s given me the print on a clay model.”

 

“Wearing gloves?”

 

“Positive.”

 

“Very well. Let’s do it. You sure there won’t be anyone to stop us?”

 

“Boss made sure of that.”

 

With that, Murdoch and Alf scurried across the road, black masks blending in with the night, sweat falling from each one’s face. A dog lifted its head, sniffed the air, and then put his head back down. Murdoch threw a rope over the barbed wire, and, as nimble as cats, they scaled the wall, jumping over the wire and landing without a sound.

 

Lester grunted. Murdoch and Alf whirled around, tensed, wondering what they should do if the security guard woke up. However, Lester went back to sleep. There was no sound.

 

Alf took out a bunch of skeleton keys from his pocket, and after about a minute’s worth of fiddling, managed to open the revolving glass door. Both the ‘raiders’, as they called themselves, slipped inside the treasury and passed a huge white marble statue doused in golden ingots.

 

“We could make a fortune out of this statue itself, brother,” whispered Murdoch. “There’s about a million ingots covering this statue.”

 

“No,” hissed Alf. “We must do what the boss told us. Now, quick, tell me, where’s vault number 3?”

 

Murdoch consulted a blueprint of a building. “Third from left at the fork,” he announced.

 

Alf found himself face to face with a set of wicked laser pointers, which would set off a klaxon the moment they were alerted and would bar in the thieves inside the vault, till the police got to them.

 

“Get the code,” muttered Alf, and Murdoch punched in the appropriate keys. Immediately, the lasers disappeared, leaving an empty passage for the two brothers.

 

Alf smiled. It was going to be easier than they thought. The treasury had less security than a haunted house.

 

Alf and Murdoch strode towards the end of the corridor, where they should have found Vault number 3, but instead, found a door reading ‘Treasury Code K11, Vault 3’

 

Murdoch frowned. “You sure this is the one, Alf? The boss didn’t mention no Treasury code K11.”

 

“You’re right,” said Alf. “But the boss said Vault 3, and this has ‘vault 3 written on it, so I’m going in.” And with deft strokes of his fingers, he disabled the burglar alarm, and thumbed in the fingerprint.

 

The door opened, and Alf and Murdoch were greeted by a bizarre sight.

 

There were no ingots inside the vault.

 

Instead there were thousands of boxes, white flecked with beautiful shades of gold in the corners, hues that caught the light whenever Alf and Murdoch turned their necks. In the center, there was the ingot insignia marked  on each currency coin, below which there was the number ‘1000’.

 

“What are these?” asked Murdoch. Alf looked around. A sign inside the room read, ‘Prototype storage for mass currency. Codename – Gold Box.’

 

“What’s a gold box?” asked Alf. “Don’t know, don’t care,” said Murdoch. They’re still ingots, and I’m taking them.

 

“But the boss……” began Alf, and then caught himself. Most probably, their boss would be more pleased if they got back with the ‘prototype.’

 

The two brothers began loading the boxes into their sacks, thinking about the rewards they would get from their boss if they got back with so much money.

 

“There’s a lot in here,” said Murdoch. Alf nodded. “We’d better move out quick. It’s fifteen minutes to the next security shift.”

 

They took almost all the contents of the vault, and then made sure they had disabled all the alarm systems. Satisfied that there was no CCTV camera monitoring their movements, they exited the vault, re-enabling the laser klaxons and the burglar alarm on the way out. Too thrilled to believe the ease of their theft, the brothers left the treasury, hoping to have a grand party by the end of the day.

 

~~~~~~~~~~

 

Meanwhile, Lester stirred, a buzzing sound greeting his ears, and quickly turned to the source, the security console as footage from the button camera hidden in the ingot symbols of the ‘gold boxes’ was relayed to the monitor within his Wasp.

 

END OF PART ONE

[TriNitroToIuene 4,765]

^Just wrote it for fun. My story-writing skills were getting rusty.

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RAIDING THE TREASURY

 

PART ONE

Treasury Code K11, Safe 3 

12 p.m

 

At the dead of night, the witching hour, when wolves howled, when nocturnal creatures were afoot, while the city of Kungur slept; all lights were switched off, and even watchdogs had trouble keeping their eyes open, stood the State Treasury, an imposing, magnificent white building, guarded by the most agile Mammoths by day, but by a meagre Wasp by night.

 

The security guard, Lester Brunswick, snored like a rhinoceros inside his Wasp, his Hammer lying dilapidated at his side. No use for it, he would reason. That building’s got a sweet alarm system. There ain’t no one getting in here.

 

And indeed, behind Lester’s tank, security cameras gleamed, and laser sensors dotted the corridoors. The most advanced alarm on the planet. Even a cat burglar would have trouble getting through it. Heck, leave that alone, even a magpie would be caught before it left the building’s threshold.

 

A perfect trap for thieves, considered by many as the ‘impregnable building,’ an opinion valued by the experts for seventy-five years since its establishment in the beginning of the century.

 

An opinion that was going to change overnight.

 

~~~~~~~~~~

 

The silent air was rent by whispers, not twenty feet from where Lester slept.

 

“Tools?”

 

“Check.”

 

“Security code?”

 

“138226”

 

“The guard?”

 

“Sleeping.”

 

“Fingerprint access?”

 

“Boss’s given me the print on a clay model.”

 

“Wearing gloves?”

 

“Positive.”

 

“Very well. Let’s do it. You sure there won’t be anyone to stop us?”

 

“Boss made sure of that.”

 

With that, Murdoch and Alf scurried across the road, black masks blending in with the night, sweat falling from each one’s face. A dog lifted its head, sniffed the air, and then put his head back down. Murdoch threw a rope over the barbed wire, and, as nimble as cats, they scaled the wall, jumping over the wire and landing without a sound.

 

Lester grunted. Murdoch and Alf whirled around, tensed, wondering what they should do if the security guard woke up. However, Lester went back to sleep. There was no sound.

 

Alf took out a bunch of skeleton keys from his pocket, and after about a minute’s worth of fiddling, managed to open the revolving glass door. Both the ‘raiders’, as they called themselves, slipped inside the treasury and passed a huge white marble statue doused in golden ingots.

 

“We could make a fortune out of this statue itself, brother,” whispered Murdoch. “There’s about a million ingots covering this statue.”

 

“No,” hissed Alf. “We must do what the boss told us. Now, quick, tell me, where’s vault number 3?”

 

Murdoch consulted a blueprint of a building. “Third from left at the fork,” he announced.

 

Alf found himself face to face with a set of wicked laser pointers, which would set off a klaxon the moment they were alerted and would bar in the thieves inside the vault, till the police got to them.

 

“Get the code,” muttered Alf, and Murdoch punched in the appropriate keys. Immediately, the lasers disappeared, leaving an empty passage for the two brothers.

 

Alf smiled. It was going to be easier than they thought. The treasury had less security than a haunted house.

 

Alf and Murdoch strode towards the end of the corridor, where they should have found Vault number 3, but instead, found a door reading ‘Treasury Code K11, Vault 3’

 

Murdoch frowned. “You sure this is the one, Alf? The boss didn’t mention no Treasury code K11.”

 

“You’re right,” said Alf. “But the boss said Vault 3, and this has ‘vault 3 written on it, so I’m going in.” And with deft strokes of his fingers, he disabled the burglar alarm, and thumbed in the fingerprint.

 

The door opened, and Alf and Murdoch were greeted by a bizarre sight.

 

There were no ingots inside the vault.

 

Instead there were thousands of boxes, white flecked with beautiful shades of gold in the corners, hues that caught the light whenever Alf and Murdoch turned their necks. In the center, there was the ingot insignia marked  on each currency coin, below which there was the number ‘1000’.

 

“What are these?” asked Murdoch. Alf looked around. A sign inside the room read, ‘Prototype storage for mass currency. Codename – Gold Box.’

 

“What’s a gold box?” asked Alf. “Don’t know, don’t care,” said Murdoch. They’re still ingots, and I’m taking them.

 

“But the boss……” began Alf, and then caught himself. Most probably, their boss would be more pleased if they got back with the ‘prototype.’

 

The two brothers began loading the boxes into their sacks, thinking about the rewards they would get from their boss if they got back with so much money.

 

“There’s a lot in here,” said Murdoch. Alf nodded. “We’d better move out quick. It’s fifteen minutes to the next security shift.”

 

They took almost all the contents of the vault, and then made sure they had disabled all the alarm systems. Satisfied that there was no CCTV camera monitoring their movements, they exited the vault, re-enabling the laser klaxons and the burglar alarm on the way out. Too thrilled to believe the ease of their theft, the brothers left the treasury, hoping to have a grand party by the end of the day.

 

~~~~~~~~~~

 

Meanwhile, Lester stirred, a buzzing sound greeting his ears, and quickly turned to the source, the security console as footage from the button camera hidden in the ingot symbols of the ‘gold boxes’ was relayed to the monitor within his Wasp.

 

END OF PART ONE

 

 

man its awesome

Edited March 17, 2015 by liverpoolaum

[TriNitroToIuene 4,765]

SECRETS OF THE NANOBOTS

PART ONE

 

All my life, I've been dreading this moment.

 

One moment. One second. One impulse. Albeit a moment that could alter the course of my life.

 

I'm cornered in the alley, gasping for breath after that long chase. Four mean Railguns, mounted on aerodynamic Hornets are thrust into my face. 

 

I slump down against the wall. There's no escape route. I'm done for.

 

Their leader cackles wickedly, a sound which sends shivers down my spine.

 

He demands the scroll. A scroll which is in my possession at the moment. A scroll containing the secrets of the nanobots. A secret, which, in good hands, can spell development and prosperity. A secret, which in wrong hands, can cause an apocalypse - a civil war, causing massive loss of life.

 

I muster my courage and spit into his face, telling him that I'd sooner die than giving him the scroll

 

***

 

They had accosted me the moment I'd left my house, planning to go over to the government to hand over the fruits of my research - hidden properties of the nanobots, which are used to boost the parameters of our country's brave sentinels, who risk their lives to ensure our protection. A property, which could make them almost invincible.

 

I should have known they wanted to get their hands on it. They always do. The bowels of the human race. They think everything is theirs. Don't give a damn for the nation. My Hunter was no match for their Hornets. And here I was, cowering in the streets.

 

***

 

I might have felt brave, spitting into the leader's face, but the moment I do, my knees start quaking. It was my duty to get the scroll to the government, if not myself, at least through someone else.

 

Their faces are inscrutinable, I just hear murmurs and laughs. At last, the leader turns to me and tells me to suit myself.

 

In desperation, I do something no government intelligence employee is supposed to do - applying their secrets before they're tested. I implemented some of the nanobots into my tank, rationalizing myself saying that it is a test to see if the nanobots work. I brace myself, wishing I'd not told the leader of the thugs that I'd rather die before giving him the scroll.

 

His Railgun lights up.

 

***

Edited March 19, 2015 by TriNitroToIuene

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^Sent this for editorials :)

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                                                                THE INTRUDERS    

                                                               

                                                                     PART-ONE

 

2142,Berlin,Germany

12 pm

 

It was mid-night, the city of Berlin slept. Almost every guard  slept. Wind breathed the cool night freshness. The moon silence was maintained until an alarm broke the silence. The guards woke. The shaft's lasers beaming all-over the dark city. The rail gunners were deployed. All were ordered to use mammoth. Still no one was found. The protective cameras were turned-on. The radar couldn't show any object but still the alarm breaking the silence. 

 

Semyon kirov, was sleeping in his home. Not at all disturbed by this alarm. There came a strange knock. He went to open the door. Then suddenly he saw many of his generals waiting outside for him.

 

"Sir, our alarm system is ringing but the radar not even showing a single thing" says  Hazel-rah.

"Order the tankers to loiter in the city, so that they can get a clue or may see anything suspicious"says semyon

"ok sir, we are making a full arrangements for a war"says Hazel-rah.

 

The shafters and rail gunners pointlessly aimed the objects. The freezing cold snow blurred the shafts vision. The firebirds were deployed to clear off the snow. There came a sudden noise that made the tankmen terror struck. The shafts gleaming at the dark streets of Berlin. They are in a high mood to protect the data which is needed to make this tank's. 

 

Everyone heard thunderstorms, soon it began to rain. Still couldn't seem to find even a single thing on the street. No one have any clear about it. All making their move carefully. All those strange noise made all to hold their nerve. Now the tankers are hearing the sweet dropping from then. 

 

Wasp with its quick movements just made a glance of the cursed city of Berlin. Every one was far away from the "Hall of Fame" which contains the data needed for the making of the tanks. Still no was bothered of it. 

 

After 25 years of the fall of Berlin wall, for some security reason it was allowed to touch the ground to stop people from entering here. Far away some unknown night hawking creatures watched tankers in a way to siege the city and steal the data. 

                                                                 ~~~~~~~~~~

Meantime the tankers were on search for any intruders and expecting a siege. Totally forgot about protecting the "Hall of Fame" except with few tankmen guarding it. Exactly the situation the intruders expected happened.

 

                                                             END OF PART ONE

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Nice!

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Good luck  :).

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The Gold Box

 

Chapter 1 : A Little Background

 

    Twas mid day in a lovely winter in the TO map named island. The majestic map was very graceful as it floated the horizon using it's kinetic energy. And in case you didn't know, my name is Blanch the tank. I rode the smooth terrain of island, beaten up by the notorious dictator named Firey Bird. The name of which he was given by his parents, Raily and Hammy, was very similar of what he preferred in the battle field. The young adult was ruthless and always had to smack talk to the other tanks. 

 

Chapter 2 : Tensions Aboil

 

   I had always been a fan of the Pro Battles, I didn't like to be around the drug using tanks. My parents taught me well, and I know they are very bad. The other day at Tank School, I had learned some new strategies on how to successfully receive the mystical GOLD BOX. My wondrous teacher Mrs. Tundra had taught me that the Freeze Turret was a good alternative to slow other tanks from getting GOLD BOXES. But suddenly, I stopped day dreaming. I heard a sound I well knew. It was the GOLD BOX alarm. It sounded like a nuke alarm was ready to activate, and the adrenalin rushed through me, from the tip of my turret to the back of my hull. The dictator quickly and fiercely made the decision to kill everyone in his path. As I tilted my turret upwards I saw the mystical elemental being slowly decrease in height, and the shadow formed on he ground. As I watched the gold fall down, I could hear the wisp of the Firebird turret spew it's flames out of it's rusty barrel and kill my very teammate. That was when I made my chance. The Dictator had his notorious Firebird directed in the way that he had previously killed my teammate, the opposite way I was facing. The tank had damage, I could see the ricochet pellet marks on the front of his Broad tank. That's when I knew that it was the perfect moment. I rushed my scarred and burnt Hornet towards the back of the beast. I gave away my precious ice and spewed the freezing formula of special chemicals on the back of his gigantic hull, but before I knew it, the Firebird was directly facing me. I could see the barrel inflame with fire and it sprayed the air as it heated me. I could feel the flames engulf me, but I kept on releasing the ice. The fire jolted to a stop and there was a large explosion from the Dictator. The tank disintegrated into the air as another bad soul had been distinguished by my now fearsome freeze turret. The gold was only feet above my freeze turret, and I watched the majestic being float down on me as the parachute depleted into thin air. And in that moment, I knew I beat the notorious Dictator.

 

Chapter 3 : Enemies are Always Friends

 

    After catching the GOLD BOX, my heart rate decreased and my adrenalin depleted. My soul filled with joy and I relaxed knowing I beat the beast. I had then seen a change in heart in the so called "Beast." He rejoiced himself as he acknowledged my defeat over him, which was a great accomplishment. We had a chat from know and then until sooner or later, as the battle fund increased, the battle grew to a close. I left the battle in happiness, but I was also sad because the so called "Beast" was actually very friendly. So before he got away from the ashamed loss, I friended him. 

 

 

 

THE END   -Zforcer

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The world's 2 shortest sad stories"

 

1. This to shall pass.

 

2. For sale. Baby Shoes. Never used.

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once upon a time.....

the end....

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                                            The mask of the furious

                                               chapter _1

 

 

                       It was the dark night a boy  name Ronaldo came to dark place where he dont know he went he was lost from his home from farwell he cry for going to his home but when he was crying a magic fairy came to him and say what happen little boy whats your name he told his name is ronaldo the fariy told why are you crying the boy told that he was lost from his home when he was running in the outside.

                                 the magic fairy told the boy the fairy will send him home if he help the fariy the boy told what kind of a help he must do for fariy . the fairy told ok and tell the story of mask furious . a mask furious was the legendary mask  if some one wear that mask on the face it will help the person to do any thing faster and that mask will tell his future and the person who did that mask was the fairys father . fairys told the bad fairy stole that mask and to find the mask fairys father send fairy to take the mas from the bad people.

           And the boy told whats the use of it the fariy told the mask cannot get destryed from any thing becuse its a unknow substance used to make that mask the mask will help about to tell the future ; it will help them to move from one place to another easily and it know  psykick attacks that attack is a attack that .

to be conturied 

after a break

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Nice stories

too bad I can't think of a story