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I felt like designing the four horseman, so this is the first I have done, Death. (I know I’m starting with the last one, but I was really happy with the design so here it is)
“When the Lamb broke the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth living creature saying, “Come.” I looked, and behold, an ashen horse; and he who sat on it had the name Death; and Hades was following with him. Authority was given to them over a fourth of the earth, to kill with sword and with famine and with pestilence and by the wild beasts of the earth.“
The Avatar of Wrath
Unrelenting, hateful, destructive, this Avatar is a true monster. Though blind, he can smell anger, hatred, and blood, to him it’s intoxicating. While the other sins, though dangerous, hold no true malice for those they kill, he though is different. Though his skin is like steel, he is still covered in scars from fighting with the other Avatars. His nameless weapon is a massive cleaver, forged from his own blood and fire, it has become just as scarred, bandaged, and bloodied as he is. He is war, he is slaughter, he is the rivers of blood from every feud of humanity, he is Wrath.
The Avatar of Pride
A radiant presence unrivaled by the other sins. His form is quite similar to the Celestial he heralds from, as there is no truer form to him than his patron Celestial’s. He reads from scriptures of his arcane knowledge and achievements, basking in his own being. Mostly uncaring of those beneath him, he is one of the less dangerous sins, but if he becomes truly disgusted by humanity’s display of living, he is a force to be reckoned with. Forming constructs of blinding light, on the edge of bursting with energy, he is like a condensed sun given manifest.
The Avatar of Greed
A shroud of worn fabric, chained by its own desire, the Avatar of Greed can be an enigma when it comes to its full capabilities. Though smaller than the other sins, being a little larger than an elephant, it is no less dangerous. From underneath his cloth, he can pull anything from his vast hoard of the realities. From the fleshy appendages he traverses with, to arcane artifacts, or dangerous weapons, anything he has gotten grimy little hands on. Despite having access to almost anything he wants, he still has a preference to gold, no figure.
The Avatar of Gluttony
An Avatar is a representative of their respective Celestial, the closest mankind will ever get to seeing a Celestial are these apocalyptic abominations. The Avatar of Gluttony, or the Lamb, is only one of many Avatars. Rivaling the size of some skyscrapers, the Lamb would potentially spur on an end of the world scenario. While it is rather unintelligent and quite slow, the true danger of this behemoth is that the more it eats, the more Munchkins it spawns from its flesh. It’s easy to see how this can get wildly out of control very quickly. The most terrifying aspect of this creature being summoned into our world though, is that it is said its arrival heralds the end of the world with the first of seven seals breaking. From then on, every further seal broken, will release an Avatar of the 7 deadly sins upon humanity.
I’m starting to move some art from instagram to here❤️
ayyy look it’s WasteRaph
WasteDonnie AU
I’m the creator of this AU. Please don’t reblog unless for the TMNT AU competition.
Wayward Vagabond
test. and first post maybe look at him please
this is phineas he is my goat. he is dead here though.miss you ohineas
idk how tumblr works kind of but i like it very much here
thank you for lookinf❤️
Idk what to post on here but im also bored so ima start writing a blog about the apocalypse.
Coming soon...
(the blog not the apocalypse)
(i hope)
The Loner - Short Story
Birth
Like most children, the Loner was born crying. Unlike most children, the Loner was also born fighting, squirming violently in the arms of the doctor as he tried to hand them to their mother. Their parents never quite knew what to do with them as they grew up, that vicious fighting instinct sticking with them even as they learned other ways to vent their emotions. When the Loner finally learned to speak, among their first words was the persistent repetition of the word “doom”.
Early Years
The Loner’s childhood was filled with just that: loneliness. Since learning to talk, they never quite learned to filter their language. The topic of doom—with occasional variations of “the end of the world” and “Armageddon”—was almost always on their lips. Their parents came to ignore it, pretending it wasn’t happening, just like they did with everything else they deemed odd from their child. The children at school never managed to do the same. They always did their best to steer clear of the Loner, even when all they wanted was something as harmless as teaching their peers how to efficiently sharpen a stick into a spear.
The Collection
Shortly after the Loner entered second grade, a secret collection of food began to grow in their bedroom. They quickly discovered the short lives of the bananas and ham and cheese sandwiches their mother packed for their lunches. The cans they stole from the pantry, however, never seemed to fail them as the other foods did. Cans accumulated in every hidden corner of their room: under the bed, at the back of the closet, and at the bottom of their toybox.
The Model
High school shop class quickly established itself as a favorite of the Loner. They were allowed to build whatever they wanted, so long as they made sure to complete their actual assignments, and it was in that class that they built their first bunker model. Wood sanded perfectly smooth held the shape of their dream home and they could barely hold back their excitement over their creation. The Loner proudly showed the model off to their parents and, met with their characteristic disappointment and disapproval, resolved to keep it hidden on the top shelf in their closet. Only they could truly appreciate the craftsmanship.
Higher Education
College was never in the Loner’s plans. Their parents begged them to go, but there was nothing they could do when the Loner signed up for a survival camp instead. It wasn’t different from most other summer camps, aside from the poisoned water and the death of four campers. There, the Loner finally received the final pieces of their education and when they returned from camp, they were ready to move out into the world on their own.
Home
The Loner’s first home was, as it would turn out, also their final home. They hand-built their fortress in a section of forest just near enough to society to reasonably live. Everything about it was perfect from the complex water filtration system, to the diverse garden in the greenhouse, to even the armory hidden in the basement. Their favorite part of their home was none of those details, but rather the bunker nestled below the basement. It matched that first prototype almost exactly, with only a few important differences in the air filtration system and the food storage. As the rug that laid before their front door said, this was truly their “Home Sweet Home”.
The Outbreak
The day the first outbreak aired on the news, a persistent knocking came at the Loner’s door. They knew who their guests were even before checking the security cameras; their parents, old teachers, and old classmates crowded at their doorstep. Everything the Loner had warned and tried to teach them about was coming true and they begged the Loner to save them. The Loner contemplated their options for dealing with their unexpected guests for a while—days, actually—before making their decision. They knew they’d be hated for their choice but, as they reasoned with themselves, they only had accommodations for one.
Survival
Long after those guests rotted away, the Loner lived peacefully in the fortress they’d built. Every aspect of the survival system they’d created served them dutifully. Despite its perfect working condition, they spent much of their free time even further upgrading their home, just for fun. As soon as the Loner managed to fix the local telephone lines, communication was quickly revived in the surrounding area. It took some time, but a close community of survivors eventually rose from the ashes of their fallen society.
They knew it was still too dangerous to travel outside so underground tunnels were soon built between the survivors’ homes, further connecting their new community. After a month of heavy negotiation, a simple trade system was established in their community, allowing proper sharing of all of their resources. The Loner was everyone’s go-to person for whatever they might need, and the Loner’s prices were always the fairest in the community. Despite the unlivable conditions beyond their walls, the Loner eventually settled into a comfortable life. They finally weren’t alone.
Death
Of all of the causes the members of the old society died from, the Loner died peacefully of old age. The friends they’d made in local survivors made the journey to their fortress to stay with them in their final hours. It was a peaceful release, the most peaceful the survivors witnessed in the many years following the outbreak, and it was the end of the Loner’s long life.
This is a piece I wrote for a creative writing course I took recently. I don’t have any current plans to continue it but I thought it’d be nice to share it with you all! I hope you guys like it!
Into the Dark
Chapter 4
(this is the last one I wrote should I continue this story)
Word count: 1.6k
Warnings: Violence, profanity
I'm so used to thinking in my head now, having conversations with the darkness on the walls and the bars. The darkness on the bars are slightly more aggressive than the walls, but they'll do.
Yes, these things can talk to me in my head. I'm not going crazy, hopefully, at least. It's been a few months now, and I'm planning my escape attempt. I really thought it would be faster than this, but I gotta make sure that I don't mess up. Hopefully I'll get to see the outside world, or at least what's left of it. The other voices in my head sometimes flash images of the outside world into my head, pictures of ruins of my city, pictures of both realms covered in clouds of darkness. I really hope that they're lying.
I've managed to teach some stuff to the black lines on my skin, they can extend out from my body and possibly out of the cell to unlock it and free me. From there I could take out the guards and find Eclipse, my informants (black lines) on the walls have told me that Eclipse is in a hangar in the prison. If I could get to it, I could bust my way out of this prison.
Back in the day, they taught me how to pick the locks of these things, and I pass on that information to the black lines on my skin, and somehow, they understand. I've tried it a few times on the prison bars. Usually the bars envelop my own black lines, and they immediately pull back after feeling a stinging sensation.
Cope with it you fucking weak asses.
It's painful!
They always reply this, and then flash an image of someone getting an electric shock into my head. I'm guessing that's what it feels like to them.
Cope with it.
But-
I said cope!
I've been studying the guard shifts. There's 2 guards that are always sleeping while on duty. And luckily for me, today's that day. I command my black lines to extend through the bars. As they pass through, the darkness on the walls merges with the black lines, but they transmit what's going on outside the bars to me. I command the lines to pick the lock and free me, and I receive a few confused looks from them.
How?
I sigh, and give them instructions on how to pick the lock. They follow, and soon enough, the cell's unlocked. The black lines instantly retract back to my body, screaming out in pain.
OW! IT HURTS!
Deal with it. And don't make any noise.
I silently run out of the cell and through the hallways. My time in prison has heightened my senses, I can tell when other Dark Ones are nearby. That's what I call the people made out of the darkness.
I can hear a few of them talking about going to the hangar, and I hide behind walls, careful not to touch them, and follow the Dark Ones, and eventually reaching the hangar. I can just about make out the outline of Eclipse, but Dark Ones are swarming the hangar.
Shit, I think.
What's wrong?
Shut up.
I scan the surroundings, looking for possible cover. There are crates that I could hide behind if I was kneeling down. But there's not many of them, and some of them are getting moved by Dark Ones. Not very reliable cover. There's a few other mechs, which I recognize as enemy ones from my time in the war. Could take cover there. Not gonna try passing off as a Dark One.
I see the next group of Dark Ones pass by, and I have around the span of a few seconds to run towards one of the enemy mechs. So I sprint behind the closest one and hide there, breathing heavily but softly. My nerves are acting up, they usually don't do that. Maybe it's the fact that I'm in enemy territory, not that I haven't been there before in battles.
I run behind another enemy mech, and I can see the black lines on it extending out, looking at me almost curiously. I make my way towards the other one, only stopping a few moments to catch my breath and keep my cool.
Slowly, Eclipse comes into full view. At the sight of it, I smile slightly. It hasn't changed since I left it there. Sure, there are a few broken parts, but besides that, it looks good.
And it's the only piece of familiarity in this wretched place.
I glance over at the Dark Ones just passing by, holding my breath as they walk in front of the mech that I'm behind. I can hear my heartbeat in my throat. I clench the fist of my metal arm, making the slightest sound. I bite my lip, trying not to panic. From what I've seen from the alert guard rotations, Dark Ones have good hearing. Good thing that these ones are engaging in their own conversation, I can hear them from here.
When they pass by, I run up to Eclipse and climb up it's legs to reach the torso, where the cockpit is. I cling to Eclipse's torso, trying to force the cockpit open with my black lines. I see some Dark Ones coming, and I climb to the back of Eclipse, hoping that they won't see me.
Suddenly, I feel a tugging force on my leg, and it's strong. I can't resist it, and I'm forced to the ground. Black lines on Eclipse.
Around my neck now, pushing down on it.
I can't breathe.
I try to force them off of me, but they merge with the ones on my skin, and I can hear them crying out, trying to help force them off of me. I can almost see them fighting with each other for control over the lines on my neck.
I'm pinned to the ground. I can't move. Black lines from Eclipse starting to make their way towards my legs, and now towards my torso.
"Eclipse..." I really hope voice activation is working, my voice is hoarse from weeks, no wait, months of not speaking.
Screaming. Burning. Fire and smoke in the darkness when it came.
"...flamethrower."
Nothing happens for a moment.
And then Eclipse turns around, flamethrower at the ready, pointing it at my neck and then igniting it. The black lines on my skin rush from body to protect my face and the areas where the black lines aren't covering my neck, and I can feel the heat from here, I'm sweating, but I can also hear screaming and voices crying out for help.
It hurts!
Burning...
Haha, die trash
Screams from not my own black lines, but the ones around my neck, and they slink back onto Eclipse, and I'm gasping for air, sitting up and climbing back onto Eclipse. "Open."
The cockpit opens and I climb inside. Dark Ones are already coming, one runs to close the hangar doors. I start up Eclipse as best as I can, some of the lights in the cockpit and flickering, and the hangar doors are starting to close.
I use my flamethrower to burn the black lines anchoring Eclipse to the ground, and then I fly through the doors just before they close, and into fresh air.
It's not fresh at all. It's dark. Not the clear night sky kind, but the foggy type. I can barely see in front of me. I look back, and enemy mechs with Dark Ones piloting them are flying out of the now reopened hangar doors.
I speed off, occasionally looking behind me and firing a few shots at the enemy mechs, but my priority is to get to the Rip.
Suddenly, Eclipse's thrusters shut off, and I'm now plummeting to the ground. The systems are beeping, flashing red, and I'm trying to turn them back on, but the screens say that the thrusters are jammed.
Fuck those black lines. Must've jammed the engines.
I look back, enemy mechs speeding towards me. I fire a few shots at their cockpits, but the bullets pass right through the pilots.
Black lines make their way to the cockpit and threaten to come inside. Enemy mechs getting closer, almost at arm's length. I use my flamethrower on them, but the cockpit's preventing the pilots from any damage. The black lines on the mechs move away, but does little damage to the mech itself.
My altitude's decreasing rapidly. Screen says 400 feet to the ground. I know the game's up. They're gonna get me. I try in a last-ditch effort to reroute all power to the engines, but they just won't start, and then one of the enemy mechs grabs me, and I'm engulfed in darkness.
When I wake up, I'm in a different cell. The bars are above me now. High above me.
Where are we? I ask my black lines. Hopefully they've been conscious while I haven't.
I don't know, I woke up the same time as you did.
Useless shit.
I receive a small jab in my skin for that.
A door opens in front of me. One that I didn't know existed until now. A Dark One, clad in what looks like armor from the ground fighters of this realm, but of course covered in Darkness, grabs me by the arm and leads me out into what looks like an arena.
My eyes widen. I look across the place, and see another Dark One standing there, with a black laser sword. I look up above him, and see yet another Dark One sitting on a chair, looking down at us, smirking. Or at least I think that's what it is on his face.
The Dark Lord. The Dark One that's holding me by the arm says into my head. I glare up at the "Dark Lord" dude and he stares back.
The door closes behind me. I'm not handed any weapon. The Dark One that was leading me out just now walks to the center of the arena, and then shouts into our heads.
"Fight."
What I take as my opponent runs towards me, laser sword raised, ready to strike.
Into the Dark
Chapter 3: Imprisoned
Word count: 872
Warnings: none! (for once)
When I open my eyes, everything's dark. I can't see anything. I'm starting to think I'm still out cold, but when I slap my face with my palm, I can feel it, so I'm probably awake.
Probably.
My metal arm is working now, I can feel my fingers moving when I flex them. Even though I can't see anything around me, I can sense that I'm in a room. I can just make out the faint outline of bars in front of me. This is a prison cell. And I'm the prisoner.
I'm constantly hearing whispering, it almost feels like it's coming from the walls around me.
"CAN YOU SHUT UP?!" I shout, and the voices go silent for a moment, before I hear the whispering start again.
I can see black lines running up my body. They weren't there before. I instantly start scratching at them, trying to get them off of me. They refuse. I keep scratching, my skin is flaking now, and I'm causing more harm to myself than the black lines on me.
Eventually I stop, knowing that the black lines won't go away. I can literally hear them telling me that it's no use.
They feel weird on me. It's as if I've had them all my life, but they're only deciding to come out now. I can feel a tingling sensation on my skin, and I'm blaming the black lines for it.
My weapons are gone. Nothing to blast my way out of here with. I stand up and walk towards the bars, looking at the area outside my cell. There are many other cells, but they're all empty. I'm the only prisoner here, and guards are stationed outside my cell.
I've broken out of prison before, but that was when I could actually see the stuff around me. I can't see 10 meters ahead of me.
I think been in too much war. I literally haven't even asked what is happening, like any normal human would.
What is happening?
I put my hands against the bars of my cell and try to look out further. I suddenly feel a strong force on my arms, and when I look down, I see the darkness from the bars spreading out to reach the black lines on my arms, and they connect, and they're pulling me in. I try to pull my hands away, but the darkness is too strong. It won't let me go.
Suddenly, a blade extends into my cell and cuts me free. I only get to catch a quick glimpse of the blade before it retracts again. It's black and has orange highlights on it which are barely visible.
"Okay, lesson learned, don't touch the bars," I say to myself.
I lean against the wall of my cell, sitting down. I recognized this as one of the cells from the Other Realm. I got captured here before, but I escaped with ease. This was one of the less secure prisons in the Other Realm, where they used to put the captured rookie mech pilots.
I press a hand to my forehead. My head hurts from all the voices that I'm hearing in my head.
I look up to the bars.
What are these things made out of?
I think they're the same stuff as the black lines on my skin, based on how they connected with each other just now.
Some voices in my head are now louder than others. Some even project images into my head. One of the prison that I'm in, another of what the world has just become, and...me? In my cell? I look around, scanning my cell for any security cameras. There's none. How am I supposed to escape if these guys in my head can see everything that I'm doing? Maybe they can't and they're just trying to scare me from trying to escape.
"Don't bother trying to escape. We're watching you," one of the voices says.
They can read my fucking thoughts now?
"Language," one of them says.
Shut up.
"No."
I swear if you don't shut the fuck up right know I'm gonna cut my own head off.
"With what? You have no weapons."
Am I seriously having a conversation with myself right now?
"Not with yourself. With us."
Who's us?
No reply.
HEY ANSWER MY QUESTION BRO.
No reply either.
I look down at my body. Ever since I arrived here my injuries from the past battle haven't been visible.
I press a hand to where the cut on my face was in the previous battle. I can only feel black lines covering it-
WAIT WHAT?!?!!?!?
I remove my hand from my face and glance down at my hand, there's nothing. There's a tingling sensation on the area where the cut is. After a while, I decide to check the wound again.
I only feel skin and a few black lines.
Did those things just heal me?
"Yes, they did. Now you better get comfortable, because you're gonna be here for a long time."
I smirk.
You don't know me. I can bet that by morning, I'll be outta here and on my way back to base.
Into the Dark
Chapter 2: The Darkness Comes
(casual reminder that this story won't be finished unless someone really really wants me to)
Word count: 1.1k
Warnings: War, violence
As I walk out of the office, I can feel many eyes on me. The enemy are not the only ones who have heard of the Demon of The Other Realm. They admire me for my tactics, for not holding back when faced with a choice to kill. That's something most of the others don't have.
It's become instinct now to survive, alone if I have to. Most of the other mech pilots would give their lives up for their brothers in arms. That's weakness. And the Demon of The Other Realm shows no weakness. I will not give my life for anyone on the frontline.
I am called to my next battle in a few hours. I arrive there in a matter of minutes with my mech, which I call Eclipse's Fury. It's shield is now repaired from the previous battle. My mech always gets first dibs when it comes to repairs.
I always feel slightly uneasy when I look down from Eclipse's cockpit down at the battle below, wondering if there are any people who are like me with their metal limbs fighting for their lives down there. But today there is no uneasiness, it almost feels like something is coming home to me.
The enemy mechs are already gathered there, their guns ready to fire. I dive, shield raised to block some of the incoming fire. I get my sword out, soaring upwards to stab one mech from below.
The enemy mechs scatter and fire from far away. I chase after the one with the heavy gun.
"Come here," I smirk. For most people, travelling at this speed would cause them to feel unfocused, but I'm as alert as ever.
I increase my thrusters to max, and catch up with the mech with the heavy gun. It gets out its sword, and clashes with mine.
Under my sword arm, the laser gatling gun there fire, piercing the enemy's cockpit and the light fades from its mech and it falls.
Suddenly, I feel a mech ram into me from behind. I elbow it in the back, one of its hands lets go, but the other is still holding on tight to one of my thrusters, crushing it.
My mech is unstable. Red lights flash in my cockpit showing the damage. I switch my sword to reverse grip and stab the enemy mech holding onto me in the side, while holding my shield up the block the fire from the others.
The enemy mech lets go of my thrusters and falls. My own mech twists to the side where the thruster was destroyed, so now I'm at an awkward angle and a part of my mech is vulnerable to attack.
I get out my gatling guns and fire at the rest, managing to hit around half of them before spiraling in the air and crashing to the ground.
My cockpit is cracked. Wiring from the cockpit digs into my skin, and my metal arm is disabled. I hear gunfire around me, explosions and the sound of flames.
Show no weakness.
My anger at myself numbs the pain. It fuels me. I cannot fail. I must survive. That's all I've ever done.
The enemy mechs land on the ground as I push Eclipse up. I calculate my odds. My shield's still intact, my swords are still sharp, my guns are out of ammo, and it's 5 enemy mechs against 1.
I like these odds.
Their guns are pointed at me, but they're hesitating, giving me enough time to use one of my thrusters to crash into one of the mechs, stabbing it in the cockpit with my sword and I get to my feet.
Suddenly, I feel a rumbling in the ground below me. The air is moving unusually, I can somehow sense it.
It feels...almost welcoming. Like I'm returning to some of my brothers in arms after a hard-fought battle. The enemy mechs are also distracted by the disturbance.
I activate my sword as I charge towards them, slicing 2 of them in half before the other mechs regain their senses.
They fire at me again. I raise my shield, blocking their attacks. Their guns show no sign of low ammo. My shield is glitching out, it's taking too much damage. Their laser bullets get a few hits on Eclipse. One of them pierces my cockpit, hitting me in the stomach.
I wince as the cauterized wound makes me feel breathless. My legs give way and Eclipse falls to the ground. I grit my teeth as I stick my sword into the ground, trying to help myself get up. Pain courses through my body. Not something I haven't felt before. I see one of the enemy mechs raise their sword and ready to stab it at my cockpit.
Remember the guy who took your arm?
This memory always haunts me. It drives me to fight harder.
As the sword comes down to my cockpit, I block it with my sword, straining to keep it away from my cockpit, as I fight through the haze of pain of wires digging into my skin.
I push the sword of the mech away before swiftly stabbing it in the cockpit. The other mech now starts firing at me again. Most of the lasers hit Eclipse's armour, but a few pierce my cockpit and now I have 3 holes in my chest.
I still fight on. I won't die like this.
Suddenly, a cloud of darkness envelops the enemy mechs and the battlefield. Black clouds...on the ground? Is the pain making me hallucinate or something...
I run away from the darkness as the enemy mechs disappear from view. I feel breathless from my wounds, but they seem to be healing faster than usual. At least, fast enough for me to survive.
I just keep running as I see the Darkness rise over soldiers from both realms, slamming down on them like a giant wave.
I see some lights in the Darkness, I can sense smoke and fire in the cloud. I keep hearing screaming, from I don't know where, and it's driving me insane.
I can feel burning. It's not Eclipse's wires. It feels like a flamethrower burning me.
I don't look back. I just keep flying away. Tendrils of darkness reach out from the cloud itself and try to hook onto Eclipse.
My remaining thruster is overheating, it won't be able to hold out for much longer. I feel something grab onto one of Eclipse's legs, weighing me down, pulling me into the Darkness.
I activate my sword and try to cut the Darkness from my leg, but it just moves around my sword and keeps its grip.
For the first time in a while, I feel that choking sensation of fear as I am pulled into the Darkness.
Into the Dark
Chapter 1: Frontlines
(unfinished story btw i abandoned it a while ago)
Word count: 1.2k
Warnings: Violence, war, death
I see the enemy mechs take formation in front of me. Everything is crystal clear from my cockpit, and I can feel the adrenaline rush. That's what I love about this war.
In my own mech, I charge towards the formation, breaking through them as I slice at two with my double swords. I activate my thrusters to stop mid-air, turning around and raising the shield that was on my back a few moments ago to block the bullets that the enemy mechs just fired at me.
And now it's time for me to bring my own guns out. The laser gatling guns come out from under my mech's arms, and I command them to fire. The lasers pierce another one of the cockpits of the mechs, and it falls limp onto the battle raging far below.
Suddenly, one of the mechs rams into me from behind, the alarms in my mech blare as I spin in the air. I try to shake the mech off, but it's grip on me is too strong. We're spiralling to the ground, further and further away from the Rip where more mechs are coming.
I see the ground below. Blaster shots everywhere, the only difference between ours and the enemies' is the colour. I max out my thrusters, getting myself back upright and peeling the mech off me and flying upwards. The enemy mech follows.
We're almost going at the same speed, ascending rapidly. I get my sword out, abruptly stopping. The enemy mech following me crashes into me again, but this time I have the advantage and stab it in the cockpit. The mech's lights go out, and its body goes limp, falling back down.
I look up at the bunch of mechs coming through, and smirk. More victims for me.
Before they can get into formation, I charge at one of them, slicing it in half before it can react, activating my gatling guns and firing at the enemy mechs before they can fire at me.
Some of the enemy mechs remain unmoving. I can almost sense the fear in them. They've heard about me before. Stories about how I defeated entire legions of enemy mechs. Stories about the Demon of The Other Realm.
I dip down as they start firing at me, and I block some of the enemy fire with my shield. It's about to break. It hasn't handled this much fire in a while. My mech shows me the one that's firing the most, and I fly, shield still up, into the enemy mech, crushing its thrusters with one arm, hurling it down onto the battlefield.
No more mechs are coming through the Rip, and I only have about 10 more to go. I ascend further up really near the Rip, and use the cover of the clouds to hide, activating my guns again and shooting down below. My mech shows me the targets, and all I need to do is fire.
And soon enough, only one mech remains. I want to take this one out in the coolest way possible. The pilot should feel honoured.
I go out of the cloud cover, seeing the final mech. I fly above it as it fires at me, flying straight downwards as I pass by it.
It's too late by the time it turns around, its thrusters are already destroyed from my shots. And it falls.
I grab it by the torso and speed downwards. I can't sense the fear in the pilot of this mech, only the feeling you get when you know you're about to die and you've accepted it.
I hear a timer ticking. I already know it's a bomb. I've heard too many of them. And suddenly, the mech grips onto me as we get closer to the ground, and it doesn't wanna let go.
I wrench one of my arms out from its grip, and get my shield. I activate my thrusters as we hit the ground, slowing our landing.
The next thing I see is flames as I raise my shield. The force knocks me backwards, and I flip before landing on my feet, driving my sword into the ground to slow myself to a stop.
I'm in the middle of a battlefield now. Enemy troops try to penetrate my armour with their blasters, firing at my cockpit.
I gotta get out of here fast. And anyways, I think the boys down below are having fun.
I activate my thrusters again and fly back to base.
The fights are getting easier and easier. They're running out of mechs and pilots. They're focusing more on the ground combat.
I remember my days on the ground as I step out of my cockpit and I flex my metal arm.
Flashback
The sounds of blaster fire echo through the battlefield as I take cover. A grenade lands right next to me and my group. I jump out just in time as the grenade explodes. The others aren't so lucky.
I see soldiers being struck down by fireballs, burning at the torso or the head. I feel the ground shaking, and suddenly I get launched into the air by an unknown force, as if the earth itself was trying to kill me.
I land on my back, pain shooting up my torso and I resist the urge to scream. Show no weakness. My vision is blurry.
The tide turns, and not in our favour. The fire strikes down so many soldiers. I inch back, dropping my blaster. I can't stand.
I find some cover in one of the wrecked enemy mechs. I curl up into a ball as the sounds of blaster fire grow louder.
Soon, it all stops. I crawl out from the wreckage, and bodies are strewn all over the ground. I try to stand up, but my legs feel like jelly, and I fall to the ground again. I still can't see clearly.
I see a figure standing over me, holding a blaster and a lightsaber clipped to its belt. I can see that its hair is black, just reaching its shoulders, and in its hand is a ball with a red light blinking.
I recognize the sound of the beeping of the ball in its hands. It's a grenade. And the figure drops it before running away.
I crawl away as fast as I can, but it's not fast enough. The beeping sounds get to the part where it's so fast that it almost flatlines.
I block my head with one of my arms as it explodes.
Flashback ends
Blown clean off my shoulder. I move my fingers of my metal arm around, hearing the clink of metal against metal.
That was what drove me to fight. But not as a ground soldier anymore. I was going to be a part of the elites, having the privilege of flying in a mech. And I did get it.
I have nightmares of the explosion sometimes, when I still had a flesh-and-blood arm. But I brush it off quickly. Show no weakness.
I walk over to the commander's office to report in.
"When's the next battle," I ask, slumping onto the chair, one leg on the armrest.
"Already? No rest for the Demon of The Other Realm," he smirks. I hate that title. They found me in the Rip. They knew I wasn't from their realm, and I did too. That title is only a reminder of it.
"Yes commander. No rest for the Demon of The Other Realm."
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Weathered it down a bit.
Now I'm trying to remember if there were a lot of dead leaves inside the buildings of The Last of Us. Would clickers get drawn to other clickers stepping on the leaves? Imagine stealth elements that incorporate the environment for TLOS. I guess you might as well have Joel say "metal gear" over and over.
"clickerrr.." (in raspy metal gear voice)
Anyway, I like this. I am trying to take more time with my concepts nowadays. My past industry jobs usually had me crank out pieces within a day or two, and it's a hard habit to break.
I am having too much fun making infected. o_o