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Catacylsm is a Dark, Dark Game.
By: nyanlord Date: June 4, 2013, 1:30 pm
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I was playing as a Death Korpsman sent down by a Inquisitorial
Fleet to set up a base on a planet.
I was doing pretty well, my fusion gun always dropped the undead
with one shot. . . I eventually managed to fortify a bar, and
built very deep pits all around, with landmines and bear traps
that would ensure the end of all those who fell in them.
Though, something horrible strikes me. . .
I catch the fungal bloom disease. It pierces right through my
gasmask, and thick clothing. . . It absolutely ravages my body,
sending me coughing up grey goo, fist sized spores, and sending
spore stalks spraying out from my hands, sending ungodly pain
throughout my body, as I have to pump countless amounts of
oxycodone, and methamphetamines into my body to refrain from
going into shock. . .
Eventually, I get orders from the Lord Inquisitor of the fleet,
who was unaware of my ailment. . . To destroy the zombie
infestation and other monstrosities that lurk this planet.
He did not care how.
I remember the nuclear missile silo five miles away from the
city I was holding in, and managed to convince five well armed
men to aid me in the cause of getting to the nuke silo, and
putting an end to the zombie menace.
It was a violent trip, of driving out of the city in our
armored truck, spraying our vehicle in countless amounts of
tainted flesh and vomit.
We eventually lose control of the vehicle, and ram into the
tree, leaving us vulnerable, as smoke cluttered all around us. .
. We could hear the hellish moans and growls all around us,
obviously ones of the undead. . .
We raised our weapons and began to fire, screaming at each other
in panic, as with every undead that we slew, ten more arose, and
even more stronger than the former. . .
We lost one man to a hulk, that picked him up and ripped him in
half, sending his fully loaded remington 870 flying onto the
ground, and his very blood painting the hulk that carried his
corpse. . .
After that, it became a utter hell, as our sqaud began to take
drastic losses, eventually it was only I and another man,
running from the horde. . . We eventually came across a car with
a half full tank and the keys in it, and jumped in it and drove
off. . .
We rammed through so many bodies, only to hit another tree,
fifteen steps from the nuclear silo, upon impact I had
immediately lost consciousness, my helmet saving me from having
my skull caved in utterly.
I eventually woke up sometime later, in the smoking wreck of our
ride. . . I looked to the left of me, to see the body of the man
I had fled alongside, his side of the window was smashed open,
with a strong branch breaking through, and lodged in his neck. .
. It was obvious that he was dead, and even if he survived such
ghastly impalement, he was surely beyond recovery. .
I kicked open the door, and rushed out,
I tried my best to ignore all the spores deep inside my body, as
my coughing grew worse and worse, the more I ran, a wracking
pain going through my body, as a sudden flurry of disgusting
spores flew from my gloves, I could feel it tear open my flesh,
as I stopped and screamed in pain, falling to my knees, as I
waited for it to stop, and immediately withdrew my last needle
of heroin, and jammed it into my wrists.
That seemed to stop the pain, as I forced myself back up, and
began to approach the nuclear silo's stairway, my eyes
bloodshot, as dark and hateful thoughts whispered into my mind
to stop right there and end the pain. . . End the horrific
suffering I was putting myself through. . .
I refused.
I stepped to the thick metal door that barred off the stairway,
and glanced to the terminal, pulling out my revolver and
shooting the console screen, as it let out a scream of
electricity, the door suddenly opening, as I stepped forth,
moving down the stairway, as I was forced to admire the gigantic
weapon of death and destruction. . . As I made it to the lowest
level, and saw the launch terminal, as I rushed to it, and
pulled off my gloves, revealing my pus covered and bubbling with
spore hands, I held in my intense need to vomit from just gazing
at my rotten hands, as I began to hack into the terminal, I
still fail to understand how I managed to breach such a ancient
machine spirit. . .
It gave me the option of disabling, or launching the nuke.
I clearly had my intentions set, as I shook my head at the
option, slowly moving to the launch missile option, as it gave
me the coordinates to dial in. . .
Without hesitation, I had set the coordinates to the city that I
had came from, thoughts rushing through my mind of how we would
rid the plague from the world. . .
I could see emergency lights flashing and hear metal screeching.
I heard the missile's propeller's go off, as it lifted up with
a mighty roar only debatable by that of a god.
It eventually left the silo, as the terminal slowly shut down, I
leaned back, and looked at my hands, painfully clenching them,
as I could feel flesh crunching and bubbles in my flesh popping.
. .
Oh Emperor. . . How much I wanted the pain to go away. . .
And then, I suddenly went silent, a mighty shaking erupted
throughout the concrete floors, glass cracking, and lights
suddenly dying out, as I flew off my feet, suddenly blacking out
as I slammed into the walls. . .
And that, was the end. . .
(And now, the run-down.)
Mission A-Mother****ing-Complished.
We destroyed the region, with a nuclear missile to the heart of
the disease.
Paradise City.
My right leg is destroyed beyond belief.
And my left arm is on the verge of falling off.
I managed to escape the massive nuclear crater, by using the
hand held teleporter.
It was worth the teleglow disease. . .
Now, I can't help but feel hopeless. . .
The only base with contact to the fleet in orbit has now been
destroyed, as I stumble through this hellish waste. . .
Even if it was still standing, I'm still infested with the foul
plague. . .
No doubt I would only be met with a heavy flamer upon my
arrival, and the destruction of all the strange items I had come
across. . .
And what did I accomplish?
The destruction of a foul plague?
No. . . I still bear it. . .
The defeat of the menacing undead in the cities?
I still doubt I've killed them off with the barrage of missiles.
. .
The countless deaths of those that could of still been living?
The deaths of those that had willingly volunteered to aid me on
my journey to destroy their homes? To eradicate the monstrosity
that has been terrorizing them?
I'm afraid that's it. . .
Now, I must patch my wounds up before I fall victim to the
severe burns I wield. . .
Those that had even volunteered didn't even get to see the
blazing death rain upon the city and the countless forests and
already hellish landscapes around it. . .
They had died fighting their way here alongside me. . .
They fell one by one. . .
At the hands of the countless hordes that had followed us
through the trees and buildings. . .
Or at the hands of the natural wildlife. . .
Needless to say. . . The aura of invulnerability we gave off
shortly withered, and each death was horrifying and tragic in
it's own way. . .
#Post#: 214--------------------------------------------------
Re: Catacylsm is a Dark, Dark Game.
By: Chris Date: June 20, 2013, 12:03 pm
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You know, this only wants me to play this game even more.
#Post#: 218--------------------------------------------------
Re: Catacylsm is a Dark, Dark Game.
By: Chris Date: June 28, 2013, 4:47 pm
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As an update to my last post, it took me about a week before I
realized that I might wanna try and start a base in order to not
die so much, but (albeit being a bit sinister and confusing at
times) it's a LOT of fun.
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