sammus420
Goonfeet
Special Planetary Emergency Response Group
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Posted - 2015.01.06 14:02:00 -
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Hey, no need to take your story down and apologize. I'm sure other people enjoyed it, and good or bad, it's always good to show creative writing to the world. We're just incredibly harsh judges with this much isk on the table. And we were way harsher on the incorrect name than the lack of homo-eroticism.
Hynox Xitio wrote:Was this thread an attempt to summon me?
Depends. Are you capable and interesting in writing a heroic tale of brotherhood in battle with homoerotic undertones starting Moronic Farce and Lionshead Nebula? |
Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
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Posted - 2015.01.08 20:04:00 -
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It was near sunset, and the battle for Manus Peak waged on. The ground was littered with the remains of friend and for alike, and still the battle carried on.
Wading through the blood-soaked battlefiels was a lone sentinel. In one hand he held a submachine gun. His other arm was used to support his comrade, a logi who was severely wounded.
'Hang in there,' said the Sentinel. His helmet was removed, damaged beyond repair in the recent fighting. His face was young and lean. His blue eyes gave away his true age, but left you longing for his gaze. His jet black hair was matted with sweat and blood.
The logi he supported moaned in response. He had been shot through the chest with a laser rifle earlier. The sentinel had taken the liberty to remove the damaged armor and bandage the wound.
After crossing almost two-thirds of the battlefield, the Sentinel and the Logi, found themselves in a small dip between two rock formations. The Sentinel checked his surroundings and then laid the Logi, ensuring he was hidden from sight.
'Lionshead,' whispered the sentinel, kneeling down beside him. 'I must go find help.' He placed a hand on Lion's chest, making sure not to touch the wound. His muscles were hard to the touch. 'I must find help, so you may live.'
Lion place his hand on top of the Sentinel's hand and stared into his blue eyes. 'Then go, Moronic,' he said weakly. 'But please... Hurry... I do not know how much longer I may ha-'
Moronic placed a finger over his lips. 'Quiet now, save your strength.' Standing up, he unslung his HMG from his back. 'I will return with help.' With that, Moronic Farce headed back towards the fray, seeking help for his wounded friend.
The battle had not been settled, though the last bits of light were fading from the sky. Sentinels and their logi companions were slaughtering the masses in there hundreds, while scouts worked as assassins to rid them of such brutes. Skirmishes between squads of assaults and commandos were scattered throughout. The heavy scent of death and decay was nauseating.
Amongst those caught up in the carnage was Moronic. He who would sacrifice his own life for that of his closest friend, though it seems as if his quest was in vain.
Everywhere he turned, he could not find help. Either the medics were too busy trying to fix a man whos arm was shot to prices by a combat rifle, or they would be laying in the mud and blood with various prices of their body missing. At one point a medic did attempt to follow Moronic, only to be blown to bits by the round of a forge gun.
His hope for his friend's survival was fading. Then, he spotted it. Laying in the dirt was an unused nanite injector.
His hope restored, he carved a way towards the needle, slaughtering all those who dared stand in his way. He laughed with delight as he smashed a would be assassin into the wall with a mailed fist, and howled with pleasure as his HMG ripped the head off a rival sentinel. He delighted in the knowledge that he was slaughtering those who would stop him from saving his friend.
Finally, his quest was complete. He had the nanite injector and with a smile he ran away from the battlefield. He ran as fast as his dropsuit would allow. In his heart, he had hoped his friend had survived.
He spotted his friend in the small hidden dip he had left him before. His breathing was ragged and his chiseled chest tensed with each breath.
Moronic quickly got to his knees and embraced his friend. He lifted the needle and stabbed it into Lion's arm, releasing the nanites into his dying body. Moronic held him until sunrise.
As the sun rose above Manus Peak, Moronic and Lionshead stood at the edge of the cliff overlooking the battlefield. The battle had ended before sunrise and now the carrion crows had arrived for their feast.
Lion looked upon his heavy comrade and said, 'What you did... I can never thank you enough...'
Moronic looked down at his friend, his brother, with his blue eyes and said, 'I did what I had to, to ensure that you would live.'
With that, they embraced each other.
Drink until you can't drink no more. Then grab another bottle and drink some more! - Demetrious 'Jonny' Buelle.
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