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Lordt, the Elder Scrolls Online Chronicles. “An Intimate Relationship with Foliage”

It had been a lean Christmas in the Blacke household and whilst no gifts were left beneath the tree I was intrigued by the questionable meat sack draped over the mantle.

I decided to take a morning walk through the “streets” of Shadowfen, clutching my sack with both hands.

As I rummaged inside for what can only be politely described as “some foul meat” I heard footsteps behind me.

Within seconds I was de-bagged and radished before finding myself searching for the nearest bush to retain what modesty I had left.

That afternoon was a cold one, but not wholly unpleasant.

As I peered out from behind a large fern I was privy to conversations and transactions that were perhaps not meant for general observation. Of course, the one thing I was not privy to was indeed a privy and it had gotten to that point…If I had to push back my mid-morning dump any further I was in danger of coughing up excrement.

I chose a spot near a well-to-do tailor I used to purchase fine wares from back in my prime. Despite the quality of the gear he was touting I knew the guy had hygiene issues and the stench of the contents of my bowels sitting in a bush near him would probably go unnoticed.

Of course, it didn’t go unnoticed. And whilst the man roved over to take a closer look as to what was befouling his day’s business I seized the opportunity to relive the man of some of his stock. Sadly the stall seemed bereft of certain items that I needed; namely trousers and indeed a belt. I reasoned that there was little need of one without the other and so I went on my merry way, striding out into the street of Stormhold looking like last year’s reject from Tamriel’s worst dressed clown competition.

Still, at least I had my dignity. Or did I?

Mere minutes after skipping down the path I heard shouting behind me. It was the irate shop keep.

A nearby guard spun on her heels and grabbed me forthwith and without preamble.

I soiled myself there and then.

The guard demanded to see my coin purse and that I pay a fine for my crimes and to recompense the shop keep. I suppose in hindsight she didn’t mean my ball-bag; My mistake.

The next thing I knew the shop keep had stripped me of my newly acquired clothes and I was back to doing my best Lady Godiva impression.

I wish I’d been given some Socks…

~Lordt.

 

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Lordt, The Gears of War Chronicles. “Lever That Alone”

Marcus and I had been battling for what felt likes weeks. In reality it must only have been hours, since despite our size neither of us had felt the desire to take a shit or eat anything.

After having slain the enemy down to what appeared to be the last grub and revived each other so many times it was bordering on a fetish, we had developed a strong companionship and one that saw us continually looking out for each other’s back.

We’d had a recent tip-off that the enemy General Raam was onboard a train that would be passing us by any moment. As it roared past, Marcus and I hopped on board, leaving two lunatics on the platform staring at our silhouettes as we raced off into the distance. Or was it the other way around?

On board we took the opportunity to rev up our lancers and visit the Sunday carvery, consisting chiefly of Lambent Wretches. Delicious.

Progressing forward old habits reemerged as I found myself pushing a button for no reason. Seconds later and half a dozen metal canisters piled past Marcus, just inches from his face and groin. The look he gave me suggested that I think again before touching anything else.

True to my word as we made our way up the train I took pains to avoid any and all buttons, levers and switches allowing Jack to do the honours whilst I scratched my sack. I even managed to avoid filling a large canister full of lead, so I was feeling pretty good about myself and my new leaf, recently turned.

That’s when the Berserker made an appearance. As she approached I broached.

I couldn’t help by wonder where she had come from, since the train had been empty up until that point and I’m pretty sure we would have noticed if she had tried to smuggle away in one of the vestibule areas and/or toilet cubicles.

Anyway, before we became pulped, Markus had an idea of how to rid ourselves of the nuisance with a plan to run past the beast onto a separate cart whilst timely releasing the former trailer, therefore staving off an impromptu trip to the morgue.

And I have to say It was a great plan and, for the most part, well executed.

Markus sped past the beast, as did I before we hung around the threshold of the cart waiting to lure the Berserker in. I loosed off a few rounds to get its attention and hovered near the release button. As she lunged in and crossed the gap onto the next cart I shouted in triumph, firmly pressing (And I remember it was very firm) the button and watched the carriage disappear into the distance.

Strangely enough, on a back glance I thought I saw Markus, slumped over the railings of the released carriage, although it was hard to tell since whomever it was had been half-pulped by the Berserker in due course.

With the mission accomplished there was only one thing left to do and that was to get the Raven out of dodge. There was no point in faffing around with General Raam anyway since the train was doomed to go over a precipice.

I spared a brief thought for Markus until I remembered that his loss was very much my gain. Not only would I no longer have to look at his oversized neck, I’d also likely be eating double rations back at the mess and could look forward to a nice, long BM.

~ Lordt

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Lordt, the Far Cry Chronicles. “C4 At the Door”

As I removed my eye from the rim of the scope my lips curled up in silent satisfaction.

“Would you remove that shit-eating grin?” Hurk asked.

I saw no reason to do so and held the pose before loading another round into the chamber of my Predator sniper rifle and deftly executing another sentry.

However, my smugness was short-lived, since the Fortress ahead of us was not populated by sentries alone. They were but the icing on the cake, if that. Somewhere behind those walls would be men-at-arms, lunatics, heavies and no doubt the customary mortar these guys seemed so obsessed with. To be honest, if I had access to one, I would be too.

We needed a plan to get inside and if the slumped corpses of the trio of sentries I’d reamed hadn’t already given the game away, the RPG on my shoulder might.

“Wait, I’ve an idea” Hurk said, ill-advisedly placing his hand on the end of the rocket to lower the launcher.

He nodded over to the truck we’d just exited.

To be fair, I’m surprised our arrival hadn’t already alerted every fortress and outpost within a fifty mile radius. We had burnt the clutch out, ragged the engine and basically skidded to a stop at the end of the driveway before piling into the shrubbery.

Yet somehow no one seemed to notice a damn thing.

It took me a while to get Hurk’s meaning. He’d not long been savaged by a Honey Badger and I had suspected it was beginning to affect his performance.

But then the penny dropped.

Seconds later we were packing the trunk of the van with C4 like the stuff was going out of fashion.

The plan was to release the handbrake on the truck and send it through the front door like an unwelcome guest.

Naturally the plan hit a snag when we realized the incline on the road was nonexistent and the truck stayed put.

There was only one thing for it. One of us, and by which I mean Hurk, would have to drive the vehicle hurtling towards the front gates and then abandon ship mid-way, leaving the vehicle to careen helplessly to its doom.

It was a perfect plan that could not possible fail.

…At least until we executed it.

Now, I’m not an unkind man, but I do have a certain reputation. But before I could wish my pal good luck and to be careful not to drive over any mines he…drove over a mine.

As I watched the mushroom before me cloud reach skyward from the comfort of a nearby grassy knoll I noticed the crisp husk of a man looking back at me from the wreckage. Those cold, dead eyes were fixed on one thing; the detonator in my hand.

What must he have thought?

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Lordt, The Splinter Cell Chronicles. “Silent and Smooth”

We’d entered Yastreb Archives with the aim of being silent and smooth, as always.

After all, all we had to do hack some computers.

The reality involved a broken chandelier, a dozen empty magazines, two dozen dead guards and 2 pairs of brown trousers.

It’s difficult to pinpoint where it all went wrong, but I suspect it was during the stage when my companion was sneaking around on the edge of a balcony and I thought I’d “help him out” by poppin’ a cap into the head of a guard approaching his position.

I hadn’t shared my plan. I just thought I’d do it and then look smug when the guard slumped over the balcony next to him. Besides, I knew my companion had a penchant for non-lethal combat if at all possible and to be honest, I don’t buy that, even from Batman.

So I took aim and fired, silencer on of course.

I missed and clipped an enormous chandelier.

I crowned as the chandelier decided if it wanted to drop or not and I saw my companion turn as he heard the unmistakable chink of bullet upon chain/glass.

And then it fell.

And not only did it fall, it fell on a group of guards hanging out beneath it, showering them in glass but otherwise only serving to alert them as to our presence.

Seconds later my companion fell from the balcony. I say fell, he was pushed by the guard that I had failed to take down.

I suppose the saving grace here was that we were now in a darkened section of the vast room, albeit teeming with guards. I mean, there were a LOT of guards; so many guards in fact that I considered fucking off.

But then I remembered my pay check, or lack thereof if I abandoned the mission at this critical time.

I stormed over with not 1 but 2 syringes of adrenalin and let him have one in both sides of the groin.

He was hard for hours.

The room became a warzone. Our “quiet” approach had turned into the usual massacre. Oh well, at least now we could go loud.

I brought out the sub-machine gun and stitched a human outline around a marble pillar of the guard I was shooting at. Eventually I needed to reload and I hit the deck as he returned fire.

I saw my companion take cover too. He gave me a withering look.

“The hacking” he hissed. “let’s get it done and get out of here!”

I signaled with hand gestures that the next room looked empty and that we should hold up in there for the moment. He nodded in recognition and we burst in like we owned the joint.

It was full of guards and as I had tactically let my companion enter first he was cut down like a corn stalk.

I opted to stay out of the room and poked my head round the corner. 4 of them, and my companion looked dead.

Shit.

I reloaded and kneecapped one of them. While I had their attention I noticed my companion sit up like The Undertaker and switch off the light.

There was some kind of kerfuffle and when the light came back on everybody was dead.

I used a third shot of adrenalin on my companion, this time directly to the tip, and then one on myself for giggles.

There was a moment’s respite. All the guards in the area had bought it and it seemed as though those remaining had clustered around the data units we were required to infiltrate.

Great.

“Quietly” my companion said.

I nodded and we both shimmied up the pillars and hung off the balconies.

To be honest I was somewhat surprised at how anyone with so much adrenalin inside them could still function.

As we hung off the balcony I noticed a bulge in the crotch of his trousers. I hadn’t needed to see that and it ruined the whole evening for me.

Next we split up and took a sector each in order to hack the terminals. Apparently all we needed to do was to get near the computers and we could transmit wirelessly. The closer we got the quicker it would be.

A natural coward I had already tried accessing the data in the car park, but it just wasn’t working.

I could see my companion near his 2 terminals, just below, hanging off the balcony. He silently crept up and choked out the guard nearby, setting the data transfer off and giving us a time limit.

We had a minute left for me to complete my hacking and 2 guards were camped beside the computers.

I hung off the balcony and waited. The transfers had begun, but were painfully slow. I couldn’t risk taking on both guards so close to completing our goal. With any luck the hack would complete and I could lower safely down and out the back door.

But no. There just wasn’t time.

10 seconds left and only 80% hacked.

We were fucked.

At the last second I pulled myself up over the balcony and the transfer shot up, completing but 1 second before the deadline. I more or less fell into the computer stack and the guards rumbled my straight away.

I leapt back over the balcony leaving a trail of shit behind me. That was close.

As the guards swung around with their torches my companion had the misfortune to be just rounding the corner.

Needless to say, a 4th shot of adrenalin was summarily needed.

Having taken down the two guards from behind and saved my companion AND having just completed the data transfer I was feeling pretty good.

Hands on hips I stood on the balcony and surveyed the scene.

“Yup… Silent and smooth as always”

 

~Lordt

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Lordt, The Splinter Cell Chronicles. “Looks Like Somebody Got Some Smoke Grenades for Christmas!”

It had been a lean Christmas in the Fisher household this year and true to form Santa had at forgotten to place the deployable minigun that I had requested (in a hand written and wax sealed letter for 6 years running) under the tree.

It was then, whilst trying to order some cheap Dutch female mud-wrestling videos over the internet that I found that my credit card had been declined.

Boxing Day ruined.

After spending then next few minutes inscribing “FML” on Facebook and looking at photographs of everyone’s Christmas dinner that I decided to pay a visit to the bank to see what the problem was. They’d be open on Boxing Day, right?

I’d spent longer than I had intended in Poundland, having taken full advantage of their 10% sale and saving myself well in excess of 10p on the mornings essentials.

I then heard a call from my friend. Turning around I saw he was rather grim faced. It transpired that he too was unable to purchase the aforementioned mud-wrestling videos and that his Boxing Day was also a complete write-off. Conveniently, we shared the same bank so decided to go together.

It was a bit of a mission since the bank was based in Panama, but we shared a bag of Haribo on the way which made the hours just fly by.

En route I also idly considered the idea of changing my name to $am Fi$her, but my companion informed me this was a perfect way to be a cunt, so I decided against it.

The Bank.

I must say staff were a little surprised when my companion and I rocked up at the MCAS Banco de Panama at 11am on a Thursday morning.

It may have been something to do with the AK47 strapped to my back, or the fact that I was erect due to the AK47 strapped to my back. Either way, they weren’t letting us in.

I tried to explain, as did my companion. All we wanted was to watch some quality mud wrestling on Boxing Day and if the female members of staff would just like to remove all their clothes and crawl into the mud, even the gutter would do, then we would happily be on our way and would address the declined cards in the morning.

Their response was unanimous in its indifference, save for one enterprising character who at least took the time to inform us that not only did the bank have no female members of staff but that the remaining men would not be willing to drape themselves into the gutter for our personal entertainment.

Well. For my riposte I informed the guards that I had some dirt on their current manager Hugo and if they all wanted to still have a job in the morning they had best open up.

The most access I saw in those next few minutes included a man’s anus as he mooned us and then the guards holed up and said we weren’t getting our money.

It was then my companion and I went to work.

Carefully infiltrating the building through a network of lift shafts and air conditioning units we entered the main sales floor at sometime just after midday.

The room was teeming with guards ad we were lit up like a Christmas tree as the Sun poured in and silhouetted us against the windows.

Taking time to close the blinds we then opened fire and the room quickly filled with shattered glass, bullets and faeces.

Hunkered down behind a filing cabinet with my companion it was then I realised that I had indeed soiled myself. It was a shame since for my trip to Panama I had opted to wear my best slacks, not having expected the day to take such a downward turn, despite having turned up locked and loaded, as well as pre-lubed.

“What are we going to do!?” shouted my companion as he fired a few suppressing rounds at the enemy over the top of the cabinet.

“I have a plan” I responded.

It was a ploy I had used many time before and had failed me on more than one occasion. I thought I heard my companion sigh as I lowered my gun and reached for the grenades.

With two hands I was able to throw at twice the speed, instantly filling the room with small cylindrical devices. It was then that I noticed I had left the frags at home and had just thrown 6 smoke grenades into a confined space. In hindsight I suppose it could have been worse…

“Shit”

My partner and I hit the deck and began to choke as the place fogged up forthwith…and I’m not talking about the stench from my recently soiled slacks.

The gunfire seemed to lessen until all that remained was one guy as he commando rolled across the floor for no reason, uttering the immortal phrase “Looks like somebody got some smoke grenades for Christmas!”

I had, in fact, received the grenades in this year’s stocking.

It looked like Father Christmas had fucked things up once again.

Git.

~Lordt

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Lordt Pays Tribute to ROTH.

I’m just going to take a moment here to pay tribute to one of the best games I think I’ve ever played. It was so good, in  fact, that I didn’t cheat.

The game?

Realms of the Haunting.

What an epic…The first game I ever bought for PC. Terrifying, Clever, Interesting and HARD. And tonight it has ended. If you don’t mind old graphics, do yourself a favour. http://www.gog.com/game/realms_of_the_haunting

Further info can be found on a fantastic fan page at: http://www.realmsofthehaunting.com/

roth

 

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Lordt, The Splinter Cell Chronicles. “The Human Colander”

We made our way quietly over the perimeter fencing. I say quietly, when really I mean we made enough noise to wake a drugged corpse, but the matter is moot, since we remained unnoticed anyhow.

We arrived at a small bunker in which a lone guard ran laps trying to work off some of last night’s vindaloo. I didn’t take long before my companion had choked him senseless and stuffed him in the corner.

Before the guy had even hit the ground I was rappelling down the missile shaft as though someone had greased the ropes told me I was on the Crystal Maze. I landed in a heap at the bottom, fortunately on top of an unsuspecting guard. A look from my partner told me I had gotten away with something stupid…

I punched the button for the nearby lift with perhaps more energy than was necessary and as both of us wanted to be first down into the bunker we got wedged in the doorway.

“WILL YOU MOVE!?” My partner demanded, more than asked.…

I complied and we made our way down.

In the corridor below I noticed a fee figures up ahead, and a pipe above. Perfect.

Moments later I felt something hit me in the groin. My partner had had the same idea as me and I had blocked his motion to grab onto the piping. This did not go wholly unnoticed by the guards and it was a near thing that my companion got behind a wall in time as they pulled out their flashlights.

A few neck snaps later and we felt much better about ourselves as we stuffed the limp corpses of the guards into the lift and sent them skywards. I was sure to empty their pockets of any spare ammunition, weaponry, grenades, loose change and sticks of gum before we moved on.

Next we climbed into a vent at the end of the corridor and I began to feel like a sausage stuffed into too smaller skin. As my partner broke wind in my face my eyes did weep. Perhaps it was an accidentally deployed teargas grenade. Or perhaps it was just the remnants of some bad scampi.

Finally we reached some kind of lab…

We jumped down and beat the shit out of a scientist for no reason, then moved on into the next corridor where I Tomoe Naged my companion into a wall.

What awaited us was both horrific and comedic; More specifically horrific for my partner, and comedic for me.

A drone gun sat around the corner. We were doomed.

My companion had barely grabbed hold of the piping on the ceiling to circumnavigate the obstacle when I couldn’t resist poking my head round the corner to take a look.

What happened next was a form of process. One minute, my partner was crawling along a piece of ceiling piping. The next, he had become a human colander.

As his slumped and riddled body slid across the hallway with the momentum of the bullets I took a moment to chuckle before taking a moment to take a picture, and then take the piss.

I then pulled him back round the corner.

2 shots of adrenaline later and it was like it had never happened. I did, however, receive stern words for my troubles.

 “Let me put it this way. Aren’t you glad I resisted throwing any grenades?” I riposted.

~Lordt
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Lordt, The Chivalry Chronicles. “You…Bastard”

The Mason Order thought that we would just roll over without a word and that they could pass through without so much as a “by your leave”. And to be fair, they were nearly right save for the might of my sword arm matched with that of my companion’s.

A small team of elite knights stood assembled at our command. The task, simple; to drive thee enemy back.

They would not take the Dark Forest. Not today, nor ever, for our blades were keen and hair and chests well oiled.

My companion strode out in front with a huge battle cry as the enemy made their way up the small hill. Claymore in hand he began to cut a path through the Mason ranks. I stepped up beside him wielding a huge double headed axe or war. Much blood was shed.

Proud knights all around screamed in pain as lifeblood fountained around us like cheap champagne.

But the battle as turning, we had them on the ropes and their ranks were thinning. That was, until the reinforcements came.

Heavily outnumbered my companion called back to rally what troops we had left, and I summoned upon strength from deep within and began a frenzy of maiming and back-chatting. My huge axe worked in unison with my companion’s claymore and as our own ranks dwindled we brought the fight to the enemy.

Limbs lay about like so many spent matches, and the rain poured as though the heavens themselves had it against us.

The final wave approached.

A quick look to my left saw us being flanked as the last of our command was hacked to pieces. Those damn archers had been picking men off piecemeal.

Well, no longer.

We ran head-on into the remaining strength of the enemy, swinging left to right. Archers, surprised by our charge, choked as weasands were flayed open and skulls were duly stoved.

I took point, carving huge swathes as I swung large strokes with my axe. I cheered in wild exhilaration as my steel met the last of the enemies number, a wounding blow no less, and as I swung back to wind up for the coup de grace I shouted to mine companion in triumph and felt a sudden resistance.

“You…bastard”…I heard him gargle in response. A strange comment considering our victory, I thought.

However, as it turned out, the backstroke of my over-sized double headed broad-axe had unknowingly embedded itself into the chest cavity of my age old companion. And in a heap he lay.

And still the rain came down.

~Lordt
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Lordt, The Minecraft Chronicles. “Nobody touch anything, step on anything or even move”

The three of us had decided to investigate an intriguing temple in the middle of a typical desert.

Upon entry it was apparent the structure was old, yet not untouched. Marks in the dust indicated that others had been here, recently, perhaps…though we will never know.

As we entered my eyes were immediately drawn to an intricate coloured pattern on the flooring. Without thought I went in for a closer look.

Only by the grace of my colleague did I avoid disaster and an untimely end as he shouted “Nobody touch anything, step on anything or even move!”, as I stood with one foot above a blue coloured block which began to crumble away. Beneath was drop of about a hundred feet or so. It had been a narrow escape.

I tried to concentrate on not doing anything else stupid, but I couldn’t help but stare further into the gloom of the abyss and…and…yes…a chest!

“Hey guys…come have a look!” I waved them over and we each to a turn to salivate forthwith.

Moments later my companions went to work trying to find a safe way down.

Meanwhile I decided to walk around and check out stuff of my own. It was then I noticed the window. Outside I could see dozens of zombies and skeletons filing towards the temple. The sun had gone down.

How long had we been here?

“Guys!” They rushed over and we decided to barricade ourselves into the temple, sealing all exits and buying us as much time as we needed to figure out the puzzle before daylight arrived to polish off the bad guys.

Now where to begin…

As my companions ferreted around trying to find clues as to a way down into the temple I had other ideas, and they came in the form of a chest. My chief concern was that I wanted to get to the chest first and take everything before either of my companions got a look in. What self respecting lewtocalypse wouldn’t?

I removed some barricades from the door and then backed away into a corner. The zombies piled in by the droves.

My companions noticed and drew swords, hacking and slashing to stay alive. It was all the distraction I needed.

Pickaxe out. Dig straight down. And away we go…chest, come to papa.

Now this is when things get a little vague, if not predictable.

As I was about half way down the stonework of the drop and heard the battle above picking up pace, and it sounded like my companions were winning. They would soon no doubt wonder where I was, and that meant sharing the loot. I had to move quickly. Without further delay I made a beeline for the chest, and not only did I tunnel through stone, I tunneled through a carpet of TNT set as a trap.

 

KABOOM!!!

 

About 10 seconds passed and I stood in a chamber at least twice as big as before.

Nothing was left. No enemies, no temple and most importantly no God damn chest!

I slowly looked up at my companions above me as the stonework fell about them in dribs and drabs. Impressed, they looked not.

“Did you…Just try to open the chest?” one of them asked.

I had no response other than a shit eating grin as I tucked my chin into my neck and pretended I had merely been mining stone the whole time.

HOW WAS I EVEN STILL ALIVE?!

~Lordt

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Lordt, The Splinter Cell Chronicles. “Breathing Lead”

My partner and I were holed up in a small compound overlooking the entrance to an opium den. Whichever way we looked guards milled about as though it was the annual meeting of guards anonymous. And to make matters worse, we had packed light, prepared for stealth, not all out war. Even I didn’t have my trusty grenades with me and I looked longingly at my bandoleer where they used to be. In their place sat a shitty EMP grenade…good for nothing right now. We had a hand gun each and a silenced snub nosed SMG; paltry fayre against what we faced.

Still…it was time.

We butted up against a barrier next to a nearby guard and my partner beat me to it as he leaned over and dragged the guy behind the cover, at which point we stamped him into the ground as though he were a spent cigarette. Not exactly stealthy, but it helped relieve some of the frustration at not having the proper gear.

My partner was convinced we could get through unnoticed, but I knew otherwise as I winged the chain holding a gas canister above a group of heavily armed guards. Seconds later the guards were vaporized and my companion and I were reamed from all angles by all and sundry as they promtly located our position.

Must try harder.

We approached the first guard and dragged him over the scenery again, this time slitting his throat to save on energy. Then we waited. Those guards under the canister weren’t going anywhere, though we could use a little distraction, but perhaps not in the form of enormous explosions.

My partner slipped off right and took down another guard, using his left hand to shoot a third who had spotted him. Good work.

I peeled off left and blundered into a room full of guys. My SMG was out quicker than a New York minute and I was hosing the area at hip height in a panic. I cleared the room only to peer outside at the pulp that was my partner since I had alerted the enemy.

Must try harder still.

Once again our olde chum was leaning up against the barrier nearby. I thought I’d save some time by shooting him in the back of the head, only I missed, clippingthe canister in the background again. The rest is history.

Must try harder…but not quite so hard.

“I’ll take the guy this time” suggested my partner. I let him.

He then went right and I followed as he took down the other two guards.

For no reason, I dropped a few electro-proximity mines for good measure. We rounded a barricade and hunkered down. 3 more guards waited. I shot one in the back of the head with my silenced pistol before moving on to choke out the second. The third however was a heavy and sadly, just as my partner was about to engage the guy he tripped my mine which shocked half a dozen men in the area, most of which were heavies who then responded with a hail of bullets so thick my partner described it as like “breathing lead”.

Sigh.

I’d had enough of this. I ran at the first guy who saw me instantly and shot me in the face.

Must try again…

This time, a tear gas grenade.

It served its purpose, that is, if its purpose was to annoy the fuck out of the guards and cause them to return fire with heavy machine guns and frag grenades. Two fresh bodies lay upon the ground . Our fresh bodies to be precise.

Sigh.

“Look”…said my partner. “Relax. We need to get around them, then take down the heavies and try to grab a shield or two”. I nodded in response, promptly ignoring the advice and running at the first guard who once again shot me in the face.

My partner looked at me in disbelief. “This must be the worst kind of groundhog day” he said.

I ignored him and tried once more, this time creeping in behind the barrier and slitting the throat of the first guard.

Perfect.

“Right, good” said my partner, before peeling right take out guards two and three. This time we were on a roll. I moved left, smoothly took out the guys in the building and then for no reason threw a tear gas grenade into the back of a truck where a guy had sat oblivious up until that point.

I followed up the maneuver with a few clips from the ole’ SMG before running out of bullets and picking up an un-silenced AK47 from one of the dead guards, effectively having now “gone loud”.

The AK didn’t have much ammo left and after a couple of guys with shields blocked most of the spray I was boned. I spun, clipped a canister or two and ran pell-mell back to our start point, grabbing the limp body of my companion on the way. The place was like a fucking warzone yet again and it wasn’t long before the pair of us ended up resembling and matching set of human colanders.

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GAME PAUSED.

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My mate slowly, but surely turned toward me. I wondered what was coming. A few stern words, a punch perhaps, maybe even a two fingered salute.

He gestured to the bathroom next door.

“Get in there and GO AND HAVE A FUCKING WANK”

~lordt
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