Short story contest


(ChillKill) #21

You’re walking through the rubble. There’s no one around, and your comms are dead. Out of the corner of your eye you spot him.
Phantom.
He’s following you, about nine meters back. He cloaks up and breaks into a sprint. He’s gaining on you.
Phantom.
You’re looking for the EV, but you’re all turned around. He’s almost upon you now, and you can see there’s blood on his mask! My God, there’s blood everywhere!
Fortunately, your name is Fletcher, so you blow his head off.
You keep walking through the rubble, blood oozing from the barrel of your boomstick. But you won. You have just wrecked the Phantom.

(p.s. this is personal experience. I was the Phantom.)


(HunterAssassin5) #22

Another day in the hell that was one known as London. Today, Stoker’s job is to steal some datacores being transferred on a train. The first step is to destroy the track controls so the train won’t slow down as it approaches the end of the line. This proved to be rather challenging, as the CDA-appointed defenders managed to set up a defensive position with a mounted machinegun with a direct line of sight to said track controls. After hastily gathering with the other mercenaries under Jackal, they surged outwards, guns blazing, hoping to overwhelm the machinegun so their engineer could get to planting the C4 charge. It was a costly advance, and Stoker was incapacitated in the process, though the plant was a success.

Just then, saving grace! As Stoker rolled and groaned in pain, he spied a figure approaching, none other than the medic Aura! He watches in awe as the woman rushed towards him, shotgun in hand, bravely shooting at the MG nest far outside of the weapon’s effective range, perhaps intending to suppress it as she runs towards him, and Stoker closed his eyes, waiting for the sound of charging defibrillators and the burst of pain that results from the electrical charge that stabilizes him-

-only to instead experience the physical pain of a boot stomping on his chest as Aura ran right over him, continuing to fire ineffectively at the machinegun nest until she, too, was incapacitated. Stoker stared at her, his agonizing pain temporarily forgotten, wondering what had gotten into her. Just then, he got a message, from Aura, sent to the entire team.

It says “ffs noob team no one help me”

Inspired by a true story.


(TheVulpesFox) #23

Can I submit my old one?

ffs noob team no one help me

@TheRyderShotgun haha that was great!


(HunterAssassin5) #24

Thanks! It was hard.


(Your worst knifemare.) #25

Both stories were great just gonna wait for a few more so i dont have to decide on just 2 (also ik how you feel TheRyderShotgun, happens to me to)


(Pacmikey) #26

Fletcher ate a sticky bomb. :frowning: Phantom detonated it. :((((({


(Your worst knifemare.) #27

And you lose


(Pacmikey) #28

https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CbcDd4_W8AAkoyo.png:large

Taken from: https://twitter.com/DirtyBomb/status/700032079510245376


(HunterAssassin5) #29

His name was Dmitry Johnson, though most people will know him as Vassili. He was an avid and talented marksman and joined the growing mercenary line of work that recently exploded after the dirty bomb incident. He didn’t quite know what to expect, but his employers told him to just work within the outline given to him and do what he does best.

Today, he and the other mercenaries had to blow up some stuff in an abandoned underground train station, what will it result in he didn’t really care. He chose his perch - a nice little balcony with a bunch of containers acting as barriers to hide behind, clear line of sight to the defending team’s entrance point and potential enemy sniper’s perch, and a stash of ammunition to boot - dialed in his sights, and got to work, picking off enemies as they tried to approach and secure the target building.

As he was focused on his work, it took him a while to notice, but his fellow mercenaries were starting to grumble at him for killing so many enemies by himself. Did they want some kills to themselves? he wondered. So he did that, intentionally letting some people through or injuring them for the others. Then they started grumbling again for not doing his job right. Was he supposed to shoot at people or build a sodding rocket ship?

When the first objective was destroyed, he pushed along with the other mercs down the escalators and through the station, shooting his machine pistol at the retreating CDA defenders. Then he heard his teammates grumbling at him again, this time for having the audacity to fight alongside them. What? Next, he thought, they’ll grumble at me for- oh, nevermind, they’ve already started grumbling at me for not planting the bomb. He was confused, and a little hurt. What did these people expect of him? He was the sharpshooter, his job is to stay back and shoot at people, wasn’t that his job?

He continued to ponder this as he beheaded another man through a pipeline, then he heard it, an odd ringing noise. It sounded like an overly loud doorknob from a cheesy horror film, but was constant, and more consistent, coming and going seemingly at random. Was it…he looked towards the generator powering the fan clearing out a nearby hallway of toxic fumes…no, it wasn’t, he could hear the spinning motor, it wasn’t squeaking. He didn’t feel fear, rather, he felt curiosity. Obviously, it wouldn’t do if he failed his job because he was looking for the choir of squirrels making that constant ringing noise, so he returned his attention to his rifle, looking through his scope, and noticing his team had planted the second bomb and it was being defused by an enemy.

As he was lining up his shot on the defusing enemy, he heard a low rasp behind him say, “Trick or treat, motherf*cker.”

As the darkness slowly took him, he heard a message through comms, from the most unproductive member of his team:
“Noob vassie completely useless I carry”

Inspired by the story of a Vassili player and story of EV abuse.
Vassili is a sniper, not an all-rounder.
Raising awareness on how snipers work.

By the way, I just noticed this but

What in hell?


(Your worst knifemare.) #30

Any mire storys from others, if so submit them soon or i will be forced to vote on only 3 stories.


(Pacmikey) #31

Let me redo mine.

Phantom ate a proximity mine :(((({((( It was from an enemy proxy!! :((((((((((((((((


(Your worst knifemare.) #32

What did that proxy eat while we are on that subject


(sgtCrookyGrin) #33

The setting is in a ruined area of London, focusing on the conversation aspects of the mercs. To give an extra example of what they look like, look in the spoiler thingy here.
[spoiler]
Here is the concepts that I’m sure most of you would agree with

http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/dirtybomb/images/7/79/Loadout_Obsidian.png/revision/latest?cb=20150721033818

[/spoiler]

Skyhammer - walks through the rubble of London, searching for something

Skyhammer - activates radio headset, “This is Skyhammer, Vassili, do you have eyes on anyone following us?”

Vassili - “Dunno, I swear that my sensor picked something up one klick south of here. BAH! Stupid sensor must’ve glitched or something.”

Skyhammer - “Mercs get payed because they do their job AND have proper functioning equipment, how do you expect us to find this package before the CDA and their goons kill us?”

Vassili - “Don’t worry, I’m the sniperest sniper around and besides that fact, Fragger is regrouping to your location with the rest of them twats.”

Skyhammer - whispering “Betcha couldn’t hit a bagpipe on a drunk Scots arse ya cocky idjit.”

Vassili - “Wut was dat? You say something?”

Skyhammer - “Just saying how much I hate you.”

Vassili - “thanks, I’ll make sure to throw one of my balls at your nuts back at camp.”

Skyhammer hears and “thinks” he saw movement around his location

Skyhammer - “…”

Vassili - “Sky, do you copy? Bro, I know it’s gonna hurt but giving me the silent treatment is being just like the yoghit I put in the fridge.”

Skyhammer - "…’

Vassili - “Oh Fuck, I wasn’t watching your position, shit shit shit shit!”

scopes in to find last spot he spotted Skyhammer

Skyhammer - “Sorry, thought I saw something in the distance, something that didn’t look right?”

Vassili - “fuck me, you fucking with me mate? Thot you were hit in the back of the head or something.”

Skyhammer - “You know what I don’t care about saying sorry. I just thought I saw something, could go for a drink right about now.”

Vassili - “We aren’t paid to think and drink, so this was a someone you saw?”

Skyhammer - “I don’t know, it was a blurry figure, 6 feet tall? Was walking along that skylight I saw. Vass, throw down a sensor, I think we’re being watched.”

Vassili - “Before I do that, I have eyes on the rest of the squad.”

Skyhammer - “Where are they? I’m going to need back up, someone is here and I think it’s CDA personnel. Vass, throw down your sensor while you tell me where they are pretty please?”

Vassili - “Head to your left, keep going until you find that Yoghit stand, make a right and I think you’ll meet them around that location at the rate they’re walkin.”

throws down sensor, starts beeping rapidly, it’s detecting someone

Vassili - “Either I’m drunk or on drugs, my sensor is picking up someone but it ain’t pinging their location.”

Skyhammer makes a dash, following the directions Vassili gave him

Skyhammer - “HEY, BONES, PROXY, FRAGGER, OVERHERE!!!”

all three mercs, Proxy, Sawbonez, and Fragger run towards Skyhammers position

Fragger - “Heeyyy, how ya doing Skybro?”

whispering

Skyhammer - “Shutup and get yer guns hungry, someones been following Vass and I! Have you found the files?”

Proxy - “Hey not to be rude or anything but can you ladies hurry up with the talking, I’m feeling extra jumpy out here for some reason.”

Sawbonez - “Skyhammer, what’s happening?”

Skyhammer - “Tell me you twats found the files?”

Proxy shows a brief case

Proxy - “No worries chaps, just holding onto our payment right here, be a shame if it were suddenly lost!”

Fragger - “Been dying for a fight, you seen this CDA scrub?”

Skyhammer - “Proxy, hold onto those files. Fragger, load that LMG and prime those nades for a fight. Sawbonez, provide medical support. Vass, give us any new information, watch our backs, stay on overwatch, and tell me that the sensor is still working.”

Proxy - “Copy dat!”

Sawbonez - “Mhmm.”

Fragger - “HELL YEA!!!”

Vassili - “…”

Skyhammer - “Vassili, do you copy?”

Vassili - “…”

Skyhammer - “FUCK! Vass is down, everyone with me, we gotta find Vass and see what’s happened to him.”

Unknown Merc - “Oh I wouldn’t bother thinking about that camper, for now lets talk business. I want those files and I’m gonna kill you all, nice deal right?”

And then I became tired of writing this and decided that if people want a “To Be Continued” they can ask. But for now, this is the temporary ending for the mercs.

[spoiler]
They died and blow up forever in the eternal lair of Fletcher’s heaven, THE END! (I cri evry tiem)

[/spoiler]


(Pacmikey) #34

Let me try ONE more time.

Proxy ate a grenade launcher :(((((((((((((( Nader pulled the trigger :((((((((((((((((((((


(TheVulpesFox) #35

Don’t worry about it dude, nothing to see here keep moving, keep moving!

[spoiler]It’s meant to be the data cores/drug samples (forgot) you have to deliver on chapel hehe[/spoiler]


(Your worst knifemare.) #36

Better you explained it than me.


(FUNNYBLACKMAN) #37

Lemme just pop a post right here so I don’t forget to make a story later.

Edit: I can’t think of anything because I’m a dumbass with 0 originality.


(blisteringOwlNest) #38

Another bleak overcast day. Boots crunched on gravel as the CDA operatives sprinted towards the EV to set up defensive positions. One man, cool and collected, simply marched, letting the others run ahead. He was in no rush.

“They’ve repaired the EV!” said their HQ, sending out the information to the whole team. But there was nothing but the crackle of static. The whole defence was dead, and the EV was on the move. The whole team had been obliterated in a single air-strike, save one man… he raised helmet and uttered the immortal words…

“This is going to be difficult difficult lemon difficult.”

With the grace of a swan, he leapt from his cover, the high pitched pinging of his Driess finding Spark’s head with deadly accuracy, leaving her helpless on the side of the road. With a moment to spare, he raised his laser pointer, leaving a mark on the ground his trusty drone would be able to spot.

Meanwhile, the enemy Skyhammer, responsible for so many deaths, had clamoured onto the EV’s turret defence. He laughed madly as he ripped up the ground in front of Arty’s feet.

That was his last mistake.

Undeterred, Arty emptied his entire magazine into his skull, ignoring the bullets ripping apart his body. With the skyhammer dead, Arty turned to the rest of the team, but could do nothing as the riddled him with lead.

Rolling in agony, Arty knew his wounds were fatal. Reinforcements wouldn’t arrive in time. He looked back at the enemies that had defeated him, crowded around the EV, pushing it forward to its final resting place.

And he witnessed with his own eyes as hell rained upon earth, tearing the bodies of his killers apart like paper, peeling the armour away from the EV like a lemon. The screams of their deaths were a sweet symphony. The final words calmed him as his life swept away, safe in the knowledge that the next mercs to come along could finish the job without him…

“We’ve disabled the EV.”


(HunterAssassin5) #39

Epilogue: almost immediately afterwards, an engineer that was running with his primary out reached the EV and immediately repaired it.


(Your worst knifemare.) #40

This is going to be a hard choice