http://www.moddb.com/members/random-guy/blog Subscribe to the Mod DB P5ych0 blog feed, and get the latest updates as they are posted. en-us Mon, 30 Nov 2009 01:22:20 -0600 Copyright 2009, DesuraNET Pty Ltd Articles 180 http://static.moddb.com/cutoff/images/logos/rss.png http://www.moddb.com/ 120 90 http://www.moddb.com/members/random-guy/blog/tj-story-part-3 Wed, 12 Aug 2009 17:04:55 -0500 Time slowed down. The door across the hall opened slowly. Very slow. There was the feet of a dozen combine soliders, instructed to secure the package. Me... I still had no idea why. All I knew is that they had guns, so did I. And that it was not too hard to shoot it. I pointed, squeezed the trigger and tried to hold the weapon steady. I watched combine men or wimen fall dead, before they could even react. And when all was down, and the gun was empty. I raised myself up and walked to the bodies. Almost everyone was dead. I raised my foot and kicked the life outa one, then head for the second guy. "You will never survive, human!" it said. I took a grab on his armour and lifted his face to mine. "Why?" He was trying to look deadish. I rose my fist in the air. "We have the building secured, only we can get you out and in. Please, do not kill me!" I tended to think out a deal. "Tell me about this security, and a way past it. Then Ill let you live... Deal?" He nodded. "The security is based on the armour. No one gets through unless its cleared by one of us or the person is wearing a combine armour." I let his head down, and ripped the suit of one "Civil Protection". It fitted pretty good. I lurked out of the doors with a pistol and a stunstick to my belt. Sneaked past the others then I went thowards another hall. There was no signs, so it was like a puzzel. I should have asked the guy about the exit. Oh crap. Another dead end. !%!)%!")/¤!"¤"?%!/¤("!% To be continued! articles42298 http://www.moddb.com/members/random-guy/blog/tj-story-part-2 Mon, 10 Aug 2009 10:07:28 -0500 Today is late of the week. Time for another trip in the Combine APC full of "Civil Protection". More of "Civil Attacking Force" to me. Their free of rules and can tell anyone what they want them to do. I hope that someone comes to rescue all these people in this city. From what I heard, the other citys are swarming with infected hosts of some aliens that takes over your body. People call them zombies. Every week I get taken to the citidael for a scan and some tests. This time its gonna get alot worst. Much worse than what I expected. They pushed me to a room. Tied me up, and started to clip of some hair and use syrings on me. It hurt, I never got used to it. They were talking, and this man appeared on the screen, named Dr. Breen. And behind him. The controller of both races. (Advisors) One of their elite soliders came and they untied me. He grabbed my neck. I resisted and he punched my face with his weapon... I passed out. I woke up in a room, alone. Not my own room. This was more of a jail room. I saw bones and a skull in the corner. It smelled of rotten flesh and flies. At the door he stood, watching me. That piece of shit combine solider. I stood up, my fist hardend. It was me, myself, the way out and him. And I did it. I rushed at him. Beat him up. Smashed his face, agian and agian. Grabbed his weapon and used it to smash the mask so far up his nose as possible. Agian and agian. I kept hitting him. I could see something red/blueish come out of his helmet, and steps approaching. It was time to fight, time to run. Corrections accepted. Will write about almost every day. Please tell me what you think! :) articles42212 http://www.moddb.com/members/random-guy/blog/my-story-taylor-jackson-rewrote Sun, 09 Aug 2009 22:13:30 -0500 My name is Taylor Jackson. Im the only minor in City 17. They did not kill me as the others for reasons unknown, but Ive been kept captive at a triage family. Im not allowed to leave my "home" or pretty much else than my room. But I got it bad. All I want to is getting the hell outa this place. I wish for freedom. And I keep talking to myself and saying "It will all be alright pal". But deep inside I know that theres some reason, some reason that I wont be needed alive anymore. Why did they let me live? Why did they kill my parents right infront of me? What are they doing with me. Taking my blood and hair. What am I becoming? All these questions and no answeres. I know my age, 15. But I look 16-17. Now I can tell you the story before they put me in this hole. We were told to do so, taking the trains. It were full. But at every stop. Every one. Someone got off, then another one on. Someone got killed. Unsceduled stops where they killed people. In the end it was me, my mom, my dad and my bro. But a mile before we were going off. They took my brother. They slaughtered him along with other 10 year olds. I saw it, their mercyless killing spree. Then we arrived. They beat me down. My father punched back. My mother screamed, but they shot them both. I got tramped on, pushed to the ground by their feet. But I tried to get up. Then they took me here. Thats all I know. But I know, that I will have my revenge. These bastards dont know what Im packing in my fists, and its not blood. Its something much worst. Its hell... I hope you correct my mistakes please. Now I will try draw a picture of TJ. No promises tho... Laterz Daterz! articles42198