Spiritual rebirth: THe War

[Mac Sirloin]

Chapter one.



I stood, crouched rather, on a raised brush near Dimbar chasm, right near the Renk River.
I had seen the dust being kicked up for miles, but now the enormous convoy that held general Karse was on was clearly visible. I, Symun, had been recruited into the war thanks to Nock, but I would've been pulled in some other way or another. It was the Magog cartel Vs. the native beings, Grubbs, Gabbits, Mudokons, Meetles, Steef, and to many others that I can't pronounce.
It had been three months since Buzzsaw bobs had been torn off the map. So a little while later I was taken to a mudokon shaman to organize m power. And it turns out that I was a brilliant sniper, and decided to help that gift specifically. I spiritually prepared my body and became stronger and more agile, so that’s what I was here for now, staring down the barrel of my favorite rifle, the Doom .98. On my back was a second, the Widow maker, and at my hip a set of magnum pistols, lying near me was the Fauster laser cannon, a rocket launcher that doubled as an arc weilder to repair consoles and the like.

All I needed now was to wait for the convoy to stop at the river to make my move. Sure enough, it stopped right near the river and the sligs began to pour out to fill their canteens. That’s when I stood it up, a large straw dummy with a soldiers outfit, I fired my magnum into the air and he was instantly torn apart by gunfire, I pushed it out of the brush and set it ablaze.

That’s when Karse came out of his section of the war-train. Looking big and dopey, he came to the river to see the blazing soldier at the other side, and that’s when a .98 mm sniper bullet splattered his head all over the oasis' soft ground. And, picking up the Fauster, I shot three missile volleys into the ranks of Slig soldiers, the rest were taken out by a squad of Grunt newbies, 'probably their first mission' I thought, as they aimed their triple barreled machine pistols into the slig forces confused team.
The assault was considered "terrorism" by the pencil pushers and big-wigs at the cartel head office, but everyone new that they were the terrorists, slaughtering every single mudokon that was seen on the camps, that’s why they were guarded now, by elite soldiers, too.

We raided the train and found nothing important, but now had a HUGE supply of guns and ammo to last us, so we were pretty, good. Sergean Lain walked up to me and said "one general down, 14 to go" I said, "You think we could win this war, sarge?" Lain looked at me and said " I am not paid to think, soldier!". We both laughed at that, but he was right, this was just a bite out the great sandwich of tyranny.

[Mac Sirloin]

Chapter two.

I slim figure paced around a miniscule office in farzad, this was Dillun, a traitor to the mudokons. Dillun was never born good, he was a ratty faced, twig like spoiled brat who was raised by some loaded gluks in need of more joy in their life, but they didn't care much for the little twat, so he was shipped off to many rich and prestigious Glukkon families, over and over. now hwas 13, still young, but acting as a leader against The Native "heretics" or some other bolshit that the fat-cats came up with to dub us, in truth we are the resisters.

Sniping had resulted in injury, and the shaman who directed me into it realized his mistake, and I was now a rampaging war machine, in the middle of an outpost dubbed "Farcry". this was about slaughtering everyone against you, even if it meant a kamikaze, it was fully available at the brutal hunting grounds. Truth is, it is an enormous gene-splicing Labarotory, and the vykkers that ran the place had released all of the experiments, one by one they started killing off mudokons, but when the slig guards were also classified as targets, the whole place went to hell. I had warpaint stretching across my face, and my undulating tattoo doubled as camouflage, I was hunting THEM basically.but what are THEY? well, here is a short list of what Ive compiled.

1. Imp: small mudokon sized predator lone hunters,small threat.
2.Iron Maidens:Large, can only be killed with rocket launcher or frag grenade, only three were released, but they have all been taken care of.
3.combat slig: rotting corpses reanimated to fester and reproduce, similiar to parasites, slow moving, attack in droves.
4.Mudokons:gone insane, attack everything, past consolation, useful for trap placement.
5. Sewer slogs: very small no threat, are compltely friendly towards all, but they attack the other experiments without hesitation.

Sergeant Lain and I ahve been holed-up inside an armory for about 3 weeks, 'it was all that traitors fault!' I thought, Dillun apperently was his moniker, he was a traitorous slog, running from any of us who hunted him down, but this was the last day here, it was time to open the exit, escape and nuke the place dry.

"what?...who?....AIEEEEEEEEEEE-" I flinched at the soud of another mud getting caught Imp, probably, but kept srpinting,I could see fresh daylight, this fake jungle wastehole was gone...and there they were, the Vykker scientists, running behind us, shooting snoozer rounds, but we were ready, Lain and I pumped an adrenaline boost into ourselves each time we felt the sharp prick of a needle, trying to stop us. but I was tired of this, and right as we cleared the large doorway, we both spun around and fired a volley of sonic probes at the attacking onslaught, all we needed was one single hit, and we would be victorious. "SCREEEEeeiii..." the sound was cut of by the sealing exit, and we both peered at the carnage that reulted. The vykkers all exploded, gorily, and the sonic wave that was amplified by all of the equipment they cariried killed EVERYTHING in FARCRY, except, for all of the slogs, the had found their own escape.

[Creepy Doc]

Exciting story, dude. Keep it up!

[Mac Sirloin]

"Hmmm... Sligs leaving us, Vykkers becoming tree huggers, and now THIS?" General Gnarls the glukkon pondered at news he had just recieved. 'Sligs have set muds free and shot their Executive bosses, Vykkers are joining forces with the muds because they are tired of being stuck with the sky, It was...surprsingly pleasant...' he thought. "I need to get more sligs to join them...", the Gluk mumbled. The news in question was from that Dillon Prick, it was a video call; "Heretics launched attack on the Air base, Help!". Whined the Mud as the call came through. "humph", Gnarls spat, "why should I? you should be kissing their asses for being suich a traitorous dickwad!" "No, you don't get it! they are the traitors!, Awdd, how are you so stupid!" screeched the bratty mud general. 'Iam too old for this' Gnarls thought, he was, in fact, a Mudokon sympathizer, and had never allowed a beating in his barracks at all, the sligs released aggression on the battle field, or the bar, choose your pleasure.