Since I heard that Wolfnemisis made a thread about novels, a few of us have made a few stories for Brink, and I heard that even Frost was making a small comic book! (GO FROST!)
So either way, I have decided to sort out the Stories here, because there is no reason not to.
Realistic Stories- Follow the real storyline of Brink, and try to fit in with it.
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Tale Of Two Brothers By RabidAnubis
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Journal Entry #1
“The Upper Ark, the Lower Ark”, that was just a bunch of bull**** that people decided to call them to avoid being the stereotypical bastards they really are. What they really should call them, is something more along the lines of, “A bunch of Republicans who don’t give a damn about anyone else.” and “A bunch of lazy bastards who really should try getting into ****ing college if they want something.” Your wondering who I am to be telling you this? Do I deserve the opinion? I don’t know. But perhaps it would be best for me to tell you what I have been through, and let you be the judge.
You see, when I was growing up I was always in the position of being unwanted. My big brother was what you could call ‘the pride’ of our family. He was bigger, stronger, smarter, maybe the only things I were better than him at were being creative and running faster, but I probably learned to run from trying to get away from him when he was angry at me. Me and my brother, well, at times we were best friends, at other times total rivals…
We lived in the lower ark, where the scum of society lives. It’s not that we were bad people, just that everyone was uneducated. Rather than recycling everything, a lot of the time when we were done with it we just threw it in the trash, which was also known as a secluded ally.
Now, my father was what most people would call a pacifist. He was on a ship from land, which is some sort of mythical place that all the adults talk about as if it was some sort of heaven on earth type of deal. He was the type of man the Ark needed for a leader. Uncorrupted, honest, and certainly not some politician who tries to backstab their best friend for a dollar. Do you know what he did for my ninth birthday? He stored up energy when the power was on in an old car battery, and then proceeded to show us a movie on a projector that was on his ship when he tried to get to the ark. Sure, watching a movie on a rusted, folded crate was horrible, even when covered with all of our clothes, but for me it was something magical, but for my brother, it was something inspirational.
He decided to try setting up better acoustics, by rearranging walls, and on his eleventh birthday he had set up half of our crate as a mini-theater. I think that was the moment when all of my families hoped poured into him. He was only eleven and had yet rearranged scraps to make something fantastic! The twenty people that were in that crowded room were amazed asking him for favors for a small amount of payment, which he accepted. He never showed off on purpose of course… it just seemed to happen a lot. And he did always give credits to me for my help in small places, but he’d never admit that he had obviously done most of the work.
Journal Entry #2
So, where was I? Ark Place, why you should trust me, blah blah. Anyways, I don’t want to waste time telling you a tale you will no doubt forget. You will probably simply hear this, say, “What a nice story” and walk away as if this was some piece of fiction. Or, if your an archeologist you’ll look back a thousand years and say, “Oh my god.”
So, a few years passed. I was now thirteen, and my brother was actually amassing a small fortune to go to college. I remember working on a windmill for electricity with him… people would tell us that they would look at the slums and say, ‘Your house stands out’ which I guess it sort of did. But it a month after we had the windmill set up, a FOUNDER came up to our house. No, not a secretary, one of the top honchos. One of the multibillion dollar capitalists visited us! I have heard about them acting in clinics and stuff, but seeing one of them with your eyes changes the whole experience.
How would I describe him? Brown wavy hair like the waves of the ocean that surrounds us, sunglasses tinted a green of the seaweed, rather muscular. He didn’t look like one of us slum-dogs who looked like we were half starving. Although it would take you a while to find the muscles under that blue tuxedo he wore, a dark navy blue like the ocean that surrounds us. This, was a man of the sea. To put it this way, I think if you saw this man on the mythical ‘dry land’ you could feel the ocean pour our of his soul. All the waves of it, the randomness of the weather, the rockiness of the ocean…
… and the power of a hurricane. This man, you could feel the strength pour out of him. Not physically, but mentally. He asked if he could come in, and then walked in and put his coat on the hangar like he owned the place. He wasn’t rude about it, and he was very courteous of our things, when we cooked a meal and our oven broke, he offered to get a new one for us, claiming that we used it too much because of him. But what did he come for? Good question.
After eating a rather small meal, he offered my older brother a entry to college, saying that the Ark needed people like him to help it sustain itself. I mean, he was brutally honest. When my father asked why it needed to sustain itself anymore, the man smiled, and then told the truth. He said the Ark was simply over populated. The current things wouldn’t last them for long, and even the founder’s would be living like the poorest immigrant. Also, the lower ark needed mascots to raise moral of the people here, and get them to start innovating and stop throwing things away, and start recycling them in ways that my brother had.
Now, this was a little before the war started, so of course after a small talk, our family said yes. The founder smiled, saying that we only had a week before he would have to move to the upper ark…
… I felt forgotten. I admit to being angry. I admit that I craved the power my brother had, and this founder could give it to me. I was going to have a chat with him. But I would have to bring something to it…
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Funny Stories- The TRUE storyline of Brink. (General silliness, making fun of it)
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Stories from game-play- Have a cool story? Submit it and I’ll put it here. (SinDonor…)
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