Contest [Issue 34] Continue the Story... Returns! [Chapter 1]

[Pathfinder 1,690]

Welcome to the second edition of continue the story! If you have not heard about this contest before, you can find all the previous chapters of the first edition in the newspaper archive. The final product is here:

http://en.tankiforum.com/index.php?showtopic=236842

The idea is for you, the readers, to write the entire story. Each issue will ask for a new chapter to be written, as a continuation to the winning chapter form the previous issue. As this is the first chapter, you can write about literally anything you want! (Within reason)

The winner will receive a 50,000 crystal reward, and the recognition of their extract being featured in the next issue.

Your entry will be judged on the following, in order of importance:

• It must be your own work, completely original.
• Content - it must be interesting, and something that has potential to continue on to be a great story.
• Quality of writing.

Furthermore, to emphasise quality over quantity, there is an informal word limit of 500 words. Slightly over is acceptable, but not too long please! Make every word count!

Deadline is 20th May! Late entries may not be considered!

Other notable entries will receive a 10,000 consolation prize.

Good luck!

Edited July 29, 2017 by Hexed

[TriNitroToIuene 4,765]

INNER TRUTHS

PART ONE - AMNESIAC

 

I wake up in a desolate room with an intense feeling of drowsiness; not knowing where I am or how I got here.

 

As I open my eyes, a smell reminiscent of putrid socks greets my nostrils..... they don't like it. Fingers over my nose, I glance around the place where I am accommodated. Yellow, peeling wallpaper, the walls reduced to plaster and cement, and the ceiling is in the danger of collapsing any moment. I observe that the door is solid steel, and the doorway is stained with what looks suspiciously like blood. 

 

I shake the fatigue out of my eyes and quickly check my body for signs of damage. Nothing..... nothing except a long, winding, snake-like scar running along the length of my right arm. And, judging my the stinging feeling on my arm and the blistering red hue of the wound, it's still fresh.

 

How did I get it? I wonder what had attacked me so badly that I ended up here with a filthy big cut and the feeling that I have been drugged.

 

Come to think of it, how did I get here? I rack my brains, hoping for a suitable reply from the depths of my cerebrum. But, to no avail. I delve into the nooks of my mind, fervently hoping for a memory, anything that could give me a clue of how I could escape from this room, and most importantly, who put me in this.... prison?

 

Suddenly, a splitting migraine invades my head. I let out a groan of pain and collapse on the cot, overcome with a medley of visions, some so clear I could swear my eyes were deceiving me, and some so blurred I think it's happening underwater.

 

I can see a small boy...... gamboling towards me with his hands open; I can see this crystal clear. I can hear myself laughing, but it is all but an echo, For the laugh sounds hollow even from my perspective. I can hear a distant slam.... maybe the door opening? I am getting up and answering it, and talking to a visitor in a low tone, one which I can't make out. My vision blurs........... I can hear the boy laughing, but I turn away and pick up a long, grey, angular object and point it at the boy. He stops laughing abruptly and launches himself at me. Something scratches my arm, and I can see a deep cut. I see my finger move, a bang ensues out of the silence, my world becomes red, and the boy goes limp...... 

 

I wake up from my reverie, my head still throbbing. I clutch my head with my fingers. Who was that boy? Who was the person I talked to? What had I picked up? What was the bang!? But I have a sinister feeling that it was something to do with the scar on my arm and the blood on the doorway.

 

I get up with effort. I was going to set things right. I needed to ask some questions. I went to the door, surprisingly, only to find that it was not locked. I clicked it open, and stepped out into blinding sunshine, determined to know about my past.

Edited May 4, 2015 by TriNitroToIuene

[Wishtaker97 62]

My Entry!

 

The Mastermind

I was broke. I had not eaten for the past two days. I wandered here and there searching for food on this accursed island. I had been searching for food for hours now.

Alas! All was lost

(Time-Travel) Two Weeks Ago…

I was busy finishing some office work when I got a call. It was from an unknown number. The guy at the other end spoke in a muffled voice. He told me that he had kidnapped my only daughter Lucie and ordered me to pay a ransom of 100000$.

I panicked. I was at loss as to how I should proceed. Should I inform the police? I wouldn’t think that would be such a good idea lest they harm my daughter.

With tears rolling down my eyes I told my wife of the ill-fated kidnap of our daughter. She remained calm. I was shocked and felt something wasn’t right. I kept quiet. The next day, at office, As I was busy preparing the ransom when the bell rung.

I hastened to receive it. To my astonishment there was no one outside. As I turned to close the door, thinking how people could annoy a person so upset as me, when my eyes fell upon a note lying down. It read:

“If you want to see your daughter alive, arrive at 9o’clock at ‘The Town Square’ along with the ransom amount. And if you dare to inform the police, you will receive your daughter’s dead body.”

I was dumb-founded. ‘Town Square’ huh! That was surely one of the most densely populated areas in the whole of San Francisco. I phoned my wife to tell her of the note. The phone rung for quite a long time. I got worried. She had never done that before.

I became worried. As I was about to hang up, someone picked up the phone. I spoke. No one replied. I could hear muffled noises. Then a voice replied saying that my wife and daughter were held captive by the kidnappers. They demanded another 100000$ for the release of my wife. He also added that I reach the Docks at dawn after two days.

With a heavy heart, I arranged the ransom amount and rented a taxi for the Docks. I arrived 10 minutes before the appointed time. The Dock was deserted. As I waited the events that had occurred crossed my mind.

I began thinking of the voice. The Voice! I was sure I had heard it somewhere. Ah Yes! It was my old rival whom I had thought to be dead long ago in a car crash. Just as this dawned upon me, I was hit heavily on the head.

They tied me up and boarded the Beagle that was waiting for us. We sailed at sea. Night came upon us. Suddenly a storm started brewing up. The ship shook. Someone cried out, and it was creepy. All of us were thrown abroad. Gasping to catch a breath my eyes fell upon a log. I quickly grabbed hold of the log. I was tired and dozed off clutching on to the log. Next morning I found myself on an island.

(Present)

I chewed on some plants and settled for the night thinking of ways to escape and save my family.

End of Part 1

Edited May 19, 2015 by Wishtaker97

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Edited May 11, 2015 by Penguin40

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Nice!  :) 

 

Good Luck  ;) 

[Raredust 454]

Chapter 1 - Preparation

 

         I gazed upon our city; Verthaven. Nobody was happy. Nobody was laughing or conversing joyfully. The city was downcast. I couldn't blame them. I felt the exact same way inside. I showed bravery and a strong heart, but I was scared and depressed. The city of Dragonbrook had attacked us twice in one week. We had barely successfully defended, and the fear of their aggression lingered in our minds. We all admitted in our hearts, we were lucky.

 

"Hey daydreamer, we're changing shifts."

 

         I swiftly glanced to my left to see Felix, a rough, tired archer whom I usually worked with for some reason. "It's your turn." He continued. I gave a slow nod as he yawned and walked away. I strolled across the wall, and viewed the wild earth that lie outside our city. I stared, pondering our future. Verthaven was so small, yet fervent and unique. It was special. Its citizens looked to one another for comfort, and not to themselves. We were a family. We deserved peace.

 

         I sighed, lowering and shaking my head, trying desperately not to doubt our king's defense strategies and propositions. After attaining the courage to stabilize myself, I glared into the undomesticated land. The moon threw a bluish-white color at the earth. I somehow fell into a deep train of thought. I was exhausted and completely lost sense of time. It was midnight, and I hadn't acquired enough sleep. I persistently caught myself trying to allow my eyelids to meet.

 

         Suddenly, something happened within me; I was no longer exhausted. I felt more than alive. I rubbed my eyes vigorously, but the hope of removing what was before me would not be fulfilled. "The enemy is coming!" Instinctively, these words slipped from my mouth. Within seconds, the words were relayed throughout the city. I looked about to see women and children scattering throughout Verthaven, of whom some were fortunate enough to have "secret safe zones", as we called them, in their houses. I saw men, whose ages varied substantially, running to their defensive positions. Verthaven didn't deserve this. I didn't deserve this. As I stared at the small city, yells and cries seemed to gradually become faint, and then mute. If only to myself, I muttered, "God be with you."

 

         I seemed to have forgotten who and where I was, and then reality hit me as an archer brushed past me, running across the defensive wall. "Go, go, take your position!" He yelled at me in fear and irritation. Realizing my faults, I gasped and sprinted to my designated area. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Felix, who looked drunk from exhaustion, situating himself beside me. We clumsily made eye contact, and I gave him an undefined nod. Archers were lined across the wall, while warriors were positioned throughout the city. As the enemy approached nearer, I smoothly grabbed an arrow, fit it in my bow, and firmly pulled back. I completed these actions countless times in my life, and it was moments like these when I thoroughly understood that my training and perseverance was worth it. While concentrating, yet deep in thought, I suddenly heard the anticipated words; "Pick your target!"

 

         I focused intensely, knowing that my mere decisions and actions could determine the consequences of Verthaven. I involuntarily twitched multiple times, awaiting the command to shoot. This instruction would be shouted spontaneously, and would deserve immediate action. My face depicted a mixture of determination, fear, and zeal. I glanced to my right at Felix. He didn't make eye contact with me, but somehow detected my feelings.

 

         "Don't worry, we've done this before." He said confidently, with a crooked smile. I quickly deposited my attention back to the enemy. I watched as their army, containing more warriors and horses than ever previously, proceeded toward us. Then I peered, and perceived what the enemy almost seemed to have prioritized; catapults. I couldn't help but softly mutter, "No, Felix, this battle won't be like the others."

 

 

Word count: 666

I'm assuming this is not too long, seeing that the first story had chapters that were longer. Please notify me if it's too long though.

Edited May 20, 2015 by Raredust

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Good luck :)

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Good luck to all!

Edited May 18, 2015 by deadtoyou

[Flexoo 6,980]

The Brixton crimes

     Chapter 1 - Kidnap

         Teardrops were slowly landing on window, composing the unreadable mosaic of gloominess. Just a common day in life of duty-exhausted detective Jeff Adams. Gently seated in his comfy armchair and deeply buried in fresh newspapers, he sipped from his cup of coffee.

 

          His eyes travelled from one line to another, but his focus was distracted by desired thought of retirement. Rover Boy days in police uniform faded long time ago and Adams sensed it was time to clear the old junk from his desk to provide space for some red-hot newbie. Only ear-splitting sound of phone call awakened him from delightful dreaming.

 

A:      „Adams!“

J:       „Hey boss, new case, missing women.  Angell town, Atlantic road 5.“

A:       „I'll Be there in 15 mins!“ .... ... ...

       

       The man on the other side of phone was Jones. He was manful, good-looking guy in his thirties, but his appearance was in contrast to his timid nature. A Johnny-come-lately in district, where Jeff worked a good 25 years now and also his partner.

        

       Adams was not even able to finish the sentence, when Jones hang up the phone. He cast on his overworn cloak and hit the road. Nothing good was awaiting in Brixton. It was a well known place of drugs, gang culture and crime.

 

          When Adams arrived to crime scene, Jones was already confessing an older women, 40 to 45 years old. Jones was like a charming blue jacket on a ghost ship, she a flirting Siren. She had that lascivious smile on her face, while she button and unbutton up the upper knob of her blouse several times. The fact he looked like a love interest in her eyes was evident, despite the terrible act that  occured just minutes ago.

 

J:          " Ma'am, did you know victim personally?“

OW:      " Umm No Mr. Detective. She was kind of weird. From time she moved to our house unit, I spotted her only few times. Actually when I think of it now she always looked ....ahm...

J:         " H-How, how did she looked?"

OW:      " Well .... nervous, and .... scared like she was running from somebody...."

J:          " Do you know what happened here?

OW:     " I heard noises, crashing of glass... and  then just fearsome cry. I looked through jalousie and saw older delivery truck furiously riding away, then I dialed 911.

 

       Adams briefly smirked, seeing Jones's terrain inteligence work, and went straight to room guarded by policemen. It was literally booze joint, a place were you would not like to spend even one night of your life.

 

      As he entered the room, first proofs of crime came to light. Boot out doors, broken glass, demolished furniture and ... mysterious unwrapped box lying next to flowering blossom of sakura.

 

To be continued.....

 

(A = Adams, J = Jones, OW = older women)  +/- 450 words

Edited May 7, 2015 by Flexoo

[EpicTroll99 572]

With No Escape

     The four of us were trapped in this warehouse, outnumbered, our enemies converging on our place of refuge. I knew they would not be merciful.

 

     My team and I had been sent into this warehouse on what seemed to be a regular mission. Our operation was to retrieve stolen blueprints from our research team’s latest protective paint, codenamed “Lumberjack” Our scanners indicated about 30 or so men wearing body armor and armed with semi-automatic rifles. No small task, but my team and I (totaling 16 men) had been through much more difficult trials. Our enemies were a group of mercenaries, who no doubt intended to sell the blueprints for a pretty penny.

 

     “Major Snippet, sir, our men are in place” said Lieutenant Trotter.

 

     “Good. We make our move in precisely ten minutes. Notify the team, please” I replied.

 

     “Yessir”

 

     Ten minutes later, we were outside the warehouse sheltering our enemies. We broke the doors down and stealthily moved into the threshold of the first floor. Then, next thing I knew there was a burst of gunfire and I saw one of my men thump to the floor with a shriek of agony that pierced my ears.

 

     “There! By the stairwell!” I shouted, as we took cover “Time to light those dogs up” I said, pulling the pin out of a grenade.  

 

                The concrete stairwell was rocked by the blast, and then we silently moved up the stairs, stepping over the fallen corpses of the four men I had just silenced with my grenade. On the next nine or ten floors we encountered small parties of two or three men, who we dealt with quickly. But on the next floor, they had a sizable welcoming committee awaiting us.

 

      “Lieutenant, take half of our men to the other stairway and flank these men”

 

      “Yessir!” he replied

 

      “Radio me when you are in position”

 

      “Copy that sir”

 

      He radioed me back in five minutes, and we made our move. It did not go as smoothly as I would have liked. The men we had battled on the floors below were inferior to my team by a quite a large margin. These men, however, were just as good, maybe better than ours, and there was at least a dozen of them, all heavily armed. After five minutes of intense gunfire, we were down to six men, but they had only three.

 

     “Lieutenant!” I said through my headset “Close in on the remaining three, but try to keep the big one alive, he looks like their leader”

 

     “Copy that sir”

 

     We shot the two other mercenaries, and then closed in on the leader.

 

     “Surrender, and you will be spared, but only if you give us the stolen blueprints”

 

     “I will never yield to you dogs!” he said

 

     He tried to fight back, wounding one of my men, and killing another. But he exposed himself out for a moment too long, and after a short burst of fire from my rifle, he fell to the ground, dead.  From his blood-soaked breast pocket I removed the blueprints. They had a few bloodstains, but they were still legible. Then I looked out on lot below, and saw a dozen black military SUV's roll up to the building. 

I looked to the other two and said:

 

     “Looks like they called for reinforcements”

 

Word Count: 556 

 

 

Edited May 18, 2015 by EpicTroll99

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Attack on "the titan"
 
Chapter 1: The monster
 
No one dared to move, when Commander Addison Snake walked emotionless across the hard, rock terrain. "Comrades! Today is the day. Not just anyday, but a damn crucial one" he said, "As you all may know, this land, dusseldorf is at risk. The Russians have declared war, and they will come busting in sight any moment now. But we will not lose! We will protect Holy Germany and we will beat them! Big, Small, I don't care! Just go! blow them up to your heart's content! If you're a man, act like one! You soldiers are the hopes of Germany! All troops, salute in the name of Germany!".
 
Jack, a strong, 18 year old boy, and Connie, Jack's 14 year old brother's hearts pounded as they saluted. They both then jumped into their tanks: Jack, in a m2 hornet m2 isida, and Connie, a m1 Wasp m1 freeze, were both in defence on the left. All troops were calm, until the siren rocked its speakers and indicated the attack.
 

 Hours past after the attack. Jack and Connie, both worried about whats going on, finally received a message from their system. The message was so shocking, it made Connie puke. Both Jack and Connie were scared, as the message said, "H-H-HELP!! Front line down! Incoming! 4 on right, 3 on centre, and 5 on left! All m2, Railgun, Smoky, Hammer, Firbird, isi--" 
 
  Soon, the radio turned on, and they heard Commander Addison's voice. " All troops on left take cover! they have a t--- AHHH" and those were Commander Addison's last words as a railgun pierced through his mammoth. Jack and Connie soon saw 5 tanks. By using tricks they learned from training, soon all 5 tanks were out. "Alas! the last tank in this wave!" Jack thought, but he was wrong. As a yellow, bright beam came from the back."A sixth tank!" Jack shouted. The railgun shot right through his comrade's tank as he exploded into ashes.
 
Jack ajusted his eyes to find out something horrifying. It was a titan. The titan slowly creeped towards the squad, all covered in blood after he killed his enemies into ashes. The titan's blue, glowing light beamed across the road, stunning everyone in sight. It was a titan m3. Everyone scrambled into postition, but it was too late. A lethal shot pierced through one tank at a time, one shot each 5 seconds.

 

Jack and Connie both hid behind the rusty buildings, not knowing what to do. All they did was to pray, although the only thing that can change this now is the will to fight...

To be continued.....
 
This is 440 words. Is it okay? please answer

Edited May 13, 2015 by opidude

[greyat 2,972]

Might write something.

Edited May 2, 2015 by greyat

[ariking777 940]

The Mysterious Case of Abandoned Car

[the story takes place at L.A of 1946; among other acknowledgements, understanding it requires knowledge of the background and scene of Los Angeles after World War II]

 

"Dispatch, detectives listen!" the radio dispatcher of LAPD said.

Leonard Harrison and James Hume, detectives serving on the LAPD, were in their Packard Clipper Sedan, driving towards Downtown to the Central Police Station. 

"Listening to dispatch!"

"An abandoned Cadillac has been found at the corner of Figueroa Street and West Avenue 45. Patrol, Homicide or Vice detectives, response?"

"Leonard Harrison, badge 1356 and James Hume, badge 1294, responding. We'll handle the case immediately."

"Got it!"

Leonard made a sharp U-Turn at the closest intersection. Both of the detectives kept silent during the ride.

They arrived at the scene a few minutes later.

Leonard and James went out of the Packard, going towards the abandoned car surrounded by Policemen and other regular people staring at it.

The head of the patrol squad there went towards them.

"We're guarding the car from being touched by unauthorized people. Anyways, good morning."

"What do we have here, Clint?"

"This '45 Cadillac was found by a maintenance worker. He claims he went by, and saw the car parking here. He knows this area, so he understood it ain't a regular place for a car to be parking. He went to check it out, saw the blood, and called some Patrol guys, as he said."

"Thanks, Clint. We'll go search for clues now."

Leonard and James went to the car. The first outstanding thing they saw was blood, covering the entire front window and the driving wheel. Furthermore, both of the front doors were opened, and behind the car there were clearly seen drifting signs burnt on the ground.

After the detectives checked the clues, they went to the worker, who stood at the side.

"Hello. We're Leonard Harrison and James Hume, from the LAPD. Shall we start with your name?"

"Rick Richardson."

"I guess we can go to the Café here?"

"Yeah, but I don't have a lot of time, I need to get back to work"

"We'll make it short" said James.

They went to Cavanaugh's Bar, across the street.

Leonard went to the barman.

"Can we have a more private place to sit here?"

"Oh yeah, we have some rooms upstairs. Will you want to hire one of them?"

"No thanks. We're from the LAPD, and we just need a private place for a conversation not longer than 5-6 minutes."

"No problem, come after me".

The three went after the barman, and entered their room. James almost ordered coffee for the three of them (to make the deal fair), but decided not to cause them to be interfered. Leonard closed the door, and they sat down.

"Mr. Richardson, can you describe what happened?"

"Well, I wanted to go right to this Café as a break from work, went here on the street, and saw the Cadillac. Looking at it closely, I saw the blood. I know whose blood it is."

Richardson's declare caused James and Leonard to look at each other.

"What do you mean, Mr. Richardson?"

Richardson's hands, which he kept under the table, were raised. Richardson held a pistol and aimed it alternately, once at Leonard and once at James.

"I mean that you get the hell up and do as I say."

 

The end of my first chapter!

Edited May 2, 2015 by ariking777

[tanker538N 394]

Anything goes with war:- Part 1

 

"I am giving you a chance to walk away from all this pressure. Walk away from the cruelty of war. All you have to do, is tell me what you know about us," said Adolf in the calmest voice I had ever heard, “Unless of course, you want a gaping hole in your heart....you wouldn't like that would you?"

 

"Do your worst." I muttered, and spat onto his face, with disgust burning fresh inside of me. Outside the prison, I could hear people screaming. People running from something they couldn't possibly run from. War. 

 

Adolf put his hand in his silk tuxedo and smiled, the most unsettling type. Out came a handkerchief and he slowly wiped his face with it.

 

All this time, I was thinking of one thing and one thing only. How does a man find satisfaction in killing people? HOW do you overcome the guilt? 

 

"I am going to get the answers out of you at some point of time. Just remember, the lives of 5 million people rest on your shoulder. More importantly, the lives of your family rest on your shoulders" he snickered.

 

My disgust was immediately replaced with hate, and no matter how much i tried to hide it, Adolf knew what was happening. 

 

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH THEM?"  I screamed, the calmness in my voice now having disappeared.

 

"You will know soon enough. In no more than a few hours, you will be pleading for me to let you out. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a country to kill"

 

His shoes echoed on the marble floor as he exited the cell block. After that, all was silent…

 

 

I lay down on the uncomfortable cot, trying to get my head around what to do. Outside, I heard gun shots and even more screams from innocent civilians. My ears had adapted to the shrill shrieks of agony, and soon, I dozed off.

 

                                                                              *~*~*

 

“What’s the time?” I asked myself as I got up from the cot. There were no clocks in the Cell Block, but outside a barred window, I could see the sun setting over the horizon.  Night was approaching, and if I had any chance of escaping, it was then. I checked for any equipment that would aid me on my escape. I was startled to find my handheld transceiver, in the corner of the room. It was a AN/PRC-148, the most widely used transceivers in the military.      “Anyone there? “ I asked with a hint of desperation in my voice. No reply. I repeated the same process several times, but with the same outcome. Soon, I gave up hope of ever leaving this waste land.

 

 

 

I heard the rumbling of tanks getting closer and closer. I prepared for the inevitable death, and braced for impact…..

 

Ro, word count: 467

Edited May 2, 2015 by tanker538N

[Flexoo 6,980]

it must be story about tanks or it could be something random...(like crime story with murder)?

[Penguin40 1,714]

It can be random.

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Edited May 6, 2015 by Helindu_2014

[Nine.Lives 8]

Return of the Dead:

"The epidemic was over. Finally we could say that... we've won"

 

The day started of like any other; waking up to the sound of gun fire was the norm here. This conflict had been going on for a while. Those who survived seclused themselves from the naive. Trying to wake up from this dreadful nightmare... to no avail. In Cordetta the violence between its rival town of Huntley had been going on for the days. War; had been started due to a feud between the rival parliments. what over, you may inquire. A piece of burnt toast. Pathetic... I know. Each town sent its army in great numbers to annihilate the other. Little did they not know what was to come.

 

Huntley had amassed all of its forces; and took the people of Cordetta by surprise. This was not a war. It was a massacre. In no little then a few days the Huntelians had won. They decided chericed there prestigious victory, by having a party, later that night.

 

The time for the party had arrived. The towns folk had been waiting outside the Mayor's house  in silence for a while in anticipation. As it got closer to the moment. The silence was brolen. A blood-curdling scream was let out from the house which the towns people had surronded...

Edited May 2, 2015 by Nine.Lives

[MrAwesome750 17]

The Great Escape from Nowhere
Chapter 1:

I woke up with a thumping pain in my temple and a burning pain in my side. Who am I? Where am I? Why do i see black?
My vision slowly returns, at start blurry. I see two people talking. They glance at me. I pretend to stay unconscious because these men look hostile. I hear various words: Crystals, hack, cheat, recruit, skip rank, Generalissimo, automatic, prisoner,found out, plan,need to eliminate.. I have no clue what that means but i assume that the prisoner is me. They seem to agree on something and they both leave.
I get up... AAH! My side! it burns as I collapse back onto the ground.i look lift my shirt... i see a gash across my side. I crawl to the door and open it. i look both ways. Nobody. I guess they thought i'd be out for longer.
I crawl down the metallic hallway in to a room. It's filled with tanks. I decide to take one, so I painfully, and laboriously, climb into the tank.
I examine it. The gun is a block with a nozzle at the end and the hull is small, compact and has two tracks that stick out a bit at the front. there's a label on the top of the control panel that says "Firebird Wasp". I press the "shoot" button and a burst of fire comes out. I press the gas pedal and I shoot forward. I spent 10 minutes driving around and getting used to the tank when suddenly, a loud alarm goes off and a loud melancholic voice blasts through the speakers exclaiming, "Prisoner has escaped. Report to Base." over and over again.That's when the door exploded and all hell broke loose.

Edited May 11, 2015 by MrAwesome750