Post by Raziel on Feb 28, 2005 5:48:35 GMT 1
eh...just thought i'd post this here n hopefully get some suggestions n feed back
AvP: in the 70’s
By: Raziel
A bright burning orb levitated over head. Waves of intense heat licked the dense canopy of the thick jungle. A shadow darted from tree to tree with unparalleled agility. The xenomorph bounded from one giant sentinel to the next, the wind wisped by as it soared through the air in a care free manner. The alien’s senses suddenly shouted a warning as it landed on a tree branch. It paused listening intently. A loud crack came from nearby. The alien peered around intently searching its surroundings. The peace symbol swayed gently on its necklace as it did. Crack, came the sound again. The branch beneath the monster gave away and it began to plummet some 20 feet to the jungle floor. The xenomorph flailed wildly as it fell from its perch, losing one of its fuzzy pink squirrel slippers as it did. The monstrosity landed with a thud in some shrubbery. Ugh… The xenomorph shakily climbed to its feet. It stumbled for a second before standing tall once again. I gotta stop doin that, the beast thought to itself. “Shit,” roared the xenomorph as it noticed that its fuzzy slipper had fallen off. Without warning another cracking sound echoed from nearby, followed by a bright yellow light. The intense light was moving directly for the xenomorph. Instinctively the alien did a cartwheel to avoid the incoming projectile. The xenomorph landed gracefully on its head, landing somewhere in the shrubbery a short distance away from the smoking residue, where the projectile had made contact. The alien climbed to its feet once more. It stared vigorously at a thin tree where a blurry green aura attempted to hide. “Come on out you sadistic shit” the alien roared. “Dammit how did you see me,” questioned the exiled bum hunter known as Dumphuk with a click of his mandables. A crackling noise echoed as Dumphuk uncloaked and stepped from the feeble skinny tree. “Was it the tie dye armor?” questioned Dumphuc, deactivating his piss cannon. “no…it was the smell of that big pile of elephant shit you stepped in,” replied the alien known as Groovy, indicating with an clawed elongated finger. Dumphuc glanced down, his expression hidden behind his tie dye decorated mask. Groovy smiled a hungry shark’s grin. Dumphuc’s purple fruity sandals were smeared with thick brown chunks of elephant waste. “Well, none the less…i’m gonna kill you and take your head,” remarked Dumphuc raising his rubber wrist blades into the air. “For what?” questioned the puzzled Groovy. “I’ve run out of shit paper,” replied the predator with a sneer. The piss cannon on the exiled hunter’s shoulder became active again as it took aim for the bumbling hippy alien. “I do not believe in violence,” replied Groovy, gesturing to the peace sign strung around his rigid neck. “Then this will be easy,” replied Dumphuc glancing down at his wrist device. “Where’s the fire button?” he questioned aloud. Groovy watched the bumbling idiot yautja with intrigue. “No, no, nope not that one…” “The one to on the left,” suggested Groovy. “Ah yes, there it is,” said Dumphuc anticipating the kill, as he pressed the pad gently. Beep Beep Beep it replied. Dumphuc looked down at his wrist device quizzically. A count down began on his device with high pitched beeps. “Oh shit, oh Shit OH SHIT!” he roared as he smashed frantically at his device on his left wrist like it was deadly insect. Groovy bounded from tree to tree till he was a good 30 feet away and turned to watch with glee. “Why am I such a dumb fuck!” roared the angry predator. Dumphuc bashed his head against a tree several times trying to think of what to do. It made a metallic clink with every hit. Another bar disappeared from the countdown on his wrist mechanism. A surging blue light began to pulsate from his wrist. Dumphuc reached around his lower back and withdrew a dagger. He frantically stabbed at his arm. With each swing green glowing fluid sprayed and splattered from his arm. Two bars remained on the display of his wrist device. With a final slash his right arm fell severed to the forest floor, but the incessant beeping continued. Dumphuc with a grimace of pain glanced down at his severed arm and then at his remaining limb. “I’m such a dumb fuck!” he roared as he realized he had hacked off the wrong arm. Groovy was laughing so hysterically he slipped from his perch and tumbled back to the forest floor. He landed with a strained laugh and continued rolling, clutching his hurting stomach. The final bar disintegrated from the display and the blue power surge began to give off an ominous hum that grew louder with each second. The device ruptured releasing its devastating blast. The explosion violently rocked the jungle wiping out anything within 10 yards. A few shrubs and one dumb ass yautja was annihilated from existence. Groovy continued to laugh hysterically, but didn’t notice the observing hunter perched high in the tree above, gripping his pred pimp cane tightly.
heh more to come
AvP: in the 70’s
By: Raziel
A bright burning orb levitated over head. Waves of intense heat licked the dense canopy of the thick jungle. A shadow darted from tree to tree with unparalleled agility. The xenomorph bounded from one giant sentinel to the next, the wind wisped by as it soared through the air in a care free manner. The alien’s senses suddenly shouted a warning as it landed on a tree branch. It paused listening intently. A loud crack came from nearby. The alien peered around intently searching its surroundings. The peace symbol swayed gently on its necklace as it did. Crack, came the sound again. The branch beneath the monster gave away and it began to plummet some 20 feet to the jungle floor. The xenomorph flailed wildly as it fell from its perch, losing one of its fuzzy pink squirrel slippers as it did. The monstrosity landed with a thud in some shrubbery. Ugh… The xenomorph shakily climbed to its feet. It stumbled for a second before standing tall once again. I gotta stop doin that, the beast thought to itself. “Shit,” roared the xenomorph as it noticed that its fuzzy slipper had fallen off. Without warning another cracking sound echoed from nearby, followed by a bright yellow light. The intense light was moving directly for the xenomorph. Instinctively the alien did a cartwheel to avoid the incoming projectile. The xenomorph landed gracefully on its head, landing somewhere in the shrubbery a short distance away from the smoking residue, where the projectile had made contact. The alien climbed to its feet once more. It stared vigorously at a thin tree where a blurry green aura attempted to hide. “Come on out you sadistic shit” the alien roared. “Dammit how did you see me,” questioned the exiled bum hunter known as Dumphuk with a click of his mandables. A crackling noise echoed as Dumphuk uncloaked and stepped from the feeble skinny tree. “Was it the tie dye armor?” questioned Dumphuc, deactivating his piss cannon. “no…it was the smell of that big pile of elephant shit you stepped in,” replied the alien known as Groovy, indicating with an clawed elongated finger. Dumphuc glanced down, his expression hidden behind his tie dye decorated mask. Groovy smiled a hungry shark’s grin. Dumphuc’s purple fruity sandals were smeared with thick brown chunks of elephant waste. “Well, none the less…i’m gonna kill you and take your head,” remarked Dumphuc raising his rubber wrist blades into the air. “For what?” questioned the puzzled Groovy. “I’ve run out of shit paper,” replied the predator with a sneer. The piss cannon on the exiled hunter’s shoulder became active again as it took aim for the bumbling hippy alien. “I do not believe in violence,” replied Groovy, gesturing to the peace sign strung around his rigid neck. “Then this will be easy,” replied Dumphuc glancing down at his wrist device. “Where’s the fire button?” he questioned aloud. Groovy watched the bumbling idiot yautja with intrigue. “No, no, nope not that one…” “The one to on the left,” suggested Groovy. “Ah yes, there it is,” said Dumphuc anticipating the kill, as he pressed the pad gently. Beep Beep Beep it replied. Dumphuc looked down at his wrist device quizzically. A count down began on his device with high pitched beeps. “Oh shit, oh Shit OH SHIT!” he roared as he smashed frantically at his device on his left wrist like it was deadly insect. Groovy bounded from tree to tree till he was a good 30 feet away and turned to watch with glee. “Why am I such a dumb fuck!” roared the angry predator. Dumphuc bashed his head against a tree several times trying to think of what to do. It made a metallic clink with every hit. Another bar disappeared from the countdown on his wrist mechanism. A surging blue light began to pulsate from his wrist. Dumphuc reached around his lower back and withdrew a dagger. He frantically stabbed at his arm. With each swing green glowing fluid sprayed and splattered from his arm. Two bars remained on the display of his wrist device. With a final slash his right arm fell severed to the forest floor, but the incessant beeping continued. Dumphuc with a grimace of pain glanced down at his severed arm and then at his remaining limb. “I’m such a dumb fuck!” he roared as he realized he had hacked off the wrong arm. Groovy was laughing so hysterically he slipped from his perch and tumbled back to the forest floor. He landed with a strained laugh and continued rolling, clutching his hurting stomach. The final bar disintegrated from the display and the blue power surge began to give off an ominous hum that grew louder with each second. The device ruptured releasing its devastating blast. The explosion violently rocked the jungle wiping out anything within 10 yards. A few shrubs and one dumb ass yautja was annihilated from existence. Groovy continued to laugh hysterically, but didn’t notice the observing hunter perched high in the tree above, gripping his pred pimp cane tightly.
heh more to come