Mission 5.2
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Justin Pyne
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Mission 5.2
There are voices in my head. Not entirely humane, but voices nonetheless. I cannot think straight - something is giving my head a splitting headache. It's not me. My actions are not my own. What is happening?
"Open the door. Go inside."
My legs had forced me to enter the barracks of our forward CP. I didn't want to. I didn't intend to. Yet somehow I did. This isn't me.
"Your friends are in here."
Friends? No, brothers. More then friends. They're part of me. Part of my company. I am responsible for them. No. Wrong. They're clones. They're not people. I'm not a person. I was made in a test tube. I'm not wanted on Cularin. We do not deserve to be here.
I am not saying this! Think straight, please. Please. Something elsewhere is toying with me. But what? Don't think about that. Think about it tomorrow. What is current is what is important, and what is current is your objective. But what was my objective? I cannot remember. There is a trigger in my hand. The one button that can cause death or save a life. What?
"Press the button."
No. I won't. I don't know where the charges are.
"Press the button."
I had no intention of harming my own troops when I did. There had been no way of knowing where the charges had been planted. I didn't know anything - nor could I remember what had been told only minutes before. In mere seconds the entire structure behind me had incinerated, taking a chunk of Que with it. Had I killed him? No. He was breathing. But I had caused him pain.
No. It wasn't me.
"Open the door. Go inside."
My legs had forced me to enter the barracks of our forward CP. I didn't want to. I didn't intend to. Yet somehow I did. This isn't me.
"Your friends are in here."
Friends? No, brothers. More then friends. They're part of me. Part of my company. I am responsible for them. No. Wrong. They're clones. They're not people. I'm not a person. I was made in a test tube. I'm not wanted on Cularin. We do not deserve to be here.
I am not saying this! Think straight, please. Please. Something elsewhere is toying with me. But what? Don't think about that. Think about it tomorrow. What is current is what is important, and what is current is your objective. But what was my objective? I cannot remember. There is a trigger in my hand. The one button that can cause death or save a life. What?
"Press the button."
No. I won't. I don't know where the charges are.
"Press the button."
I had no intention of harming my own troops when I did. There had been no way of knowing where the charges had been planted. I didn't know anything - nor could I remember what had been told only minutes before. In mere seconds the entire structure behind me had incinerated, taking a chunk of Que with it. Had I killed him? No. He was breathing. But I had caused him pain.
No. It wasn't me.
Justin Pyne- Guild Member
- Age : 27
Location : Hiding in your closet.
Re: Mission 5.2
Justin, you make some of the finest bigs I've ever seen. This is a field I've always struggled in, and you certainly do not. I love the texture on the ground, and the feel of intense action.
brickartist- Guild Member
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Re: Mission 5.2
brickartist wrote:Justin, you make some of the finest bigs I've ever seen.
Do I even need to say it?
(I would write a paragraph about how insanely epic this is, but I need to locate my jaw.)
Re: Mission 5.2
Troopa Daisy wrote:Ooh, what's that scary looking monster on the top?
That would be a Hssiss Dragon, of which had inhabited the CP.
Thanks for all the great comments!
Justin Pyne- Guild Member
- Age : 27
Location : Hiding in your closet.
Re: Mission 5.2
Tac wrote:
(I would write a paragraph about how insanely epic this is, but I need to locate my jaw.)
You don't need your jaw to write.
You know justin you are really inspiring me to want to build. These builds don't take forever, but I think I like how it conveys the story well.
Keep them coming and then maybe I will catch the build fever.
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