11-22-2008, 05:57 PM
OOC: dudes, you gotta post more than one-liners. I have 4, maybe five people that seem genuinely interested in this, so, please, if you wanna stay and play, be a little more enthusiastic with your posts. Guards are coming at you. Get vicious. Also, I'm moving the truck thing forward a lot to keep the game interesting.
{Area 51 Gates}
Sign: NO TRESPASSING. USE OF DEADLY FORCE AUTHORIZED
A pair of guards sat in their booth, listening to the radio, as orders for assistance were called in on Cell Block Delta.
"Huh. Another goddamn drill, probably." One said to the other.
"Yeah. Those freaks are probably just sitting in their cells. Like they ever had the balls to escape." The other replied, laughing, causing the other to laugh.
The whistle of a Turbocharger echoed in the distance.
"Sounds like another shipment." Said the first guard, as the second one checked shipping manifests.
"...nope, no shipments due today." The other remarked.
"Another curious trucker." The first said, as he grumbled, getting up, grabbing his M4.
The second one followed suit, as the walked out to the gate, guarded by a striped arm and razor-sharp tire shredders.
A lone, black peterbilt was seen in the distance. As it drew closer, they noticed the cop car chained to the front end.
"...what the...?" the first guard asked aloud.
The truck seemed to speed up, as it drew closer to the entrance, thick, black smoke dumping from it's exhaust stacks.
The two guards raised their assault rifles, a sight that deterred most of the looky-loos, but the truck kept coming.
"Fire a warning shot." The second one said, as he flicked his safety off.
*PO-POP!!!*
The two rifles went off as one, the bullets bouncing almost harmlessly off the cop car on the front.
{Inside the Truck}
Brandon watched the bullets bounce off his homemade bumper, as he shifted the rig into a deeper gear, to gain more speed. He had turned on the radio at the beginning of the long, desolate strech of road, and Master Of Puppets by Metallica was blasting, as the guard station came up very fast.
{Guard Station}
"...he aint slowing down." The first one stated.
"Mow the driver down!" the second said, as they lit up the truck.
The bullets sparked off the worn iron hide, doing no damage. The truck was mere yards from them, now. It was dodge or die.
*CRASH!!!*
The sickening sound of wood and flesh bounced off the cop car on the nose, and got sucked underneath the massive machine. The tire shredders did nothing against the solid rubber tires, stolen from military shipments.
The two humans and two anthros kept speeding on, ignoring the two human smears on the grill.
{Cell Block}
"KEEP MOVING!!! WE'RE ALMOST THERE!!!" Dev shouted, as they fought their way up the three floors to the Lab. The hallways were littered with the bodies of dead or wounded soldiers, the escapees looting the bodies of their weapons.
Dev now wielded a pair or M4 Carbines, and was deadly accurate, as he planted headshot after headshot. Soon, they would get the collars off, and wouldn't need the crude weapons.
{Office}
Seemingly taking the full-fledged escape as a mere experiment, Dr. Herbers was taking notes as he watched them on the security system, watching how they slaughtered their way through the soldiers.
"But, how will they fair against my automated defense systems?" he asked aloud.
{Area 51 Gates}
Sign: NO TRESPASSING. USE OF DEADLY FORCE AUTHORIZED
A pair of guards sat in their booth, listening to the radio, as orders for assistance were called in on Cell Block Delta.
"Huh. Another goddamn drill, probably." One said to the other.
"Yeah. Those freaks are probably just sitting in their cells. Like they ever had the balls to escape." The other replied, laughing, causing the other to laugh.
The whistle of a Turbocharger echoed in the distance.
"Sounds like another shipment." Said the first guard, as the second one checked shipping manifests.
"...nope, no shipments due today." The other remarked.
"Another curious trucker." The first said, as he grumbled, getting up, grabbing his M4.
The second one followed suit, as the walked out to the gate, guarded by a striped arm and razor-sharp tire shredders.
A lone, black peterbilt was seen in the distance. As it drew closer, they noticed the cop car chained to the front end.
"...what the...?" the first guard asked aloud.
The truck seemed to speed up, as it drew closer to the entrance, thick, black smoke dumping from it's exhaust stacks.
The two guards raised their assault rifles, a sight that deterred most of the looky-loos, but the truck kept coming.
"Fire a warning shot." The second one said, as he flicked his safety off.
*PO-POP!!!*
The two rifles went off as one, the bullets bouncing almost harmlessly off the cop car on the front.
{Inside the Truck}
Brandon watched the bullets bounce off his homemade bumper, as he shifted the rig into a deeper gear, to gain more speed. He had turned on the radio at the beginning of the long, desolate strech of road, and Master Of Puppets by Metallica was blasting, as the guard station came up very fast.
{Guard Station}
"...he aint slowing down." The first one stated.
"Mow the driver down!" the second said, as they lit up the truck.
The bullets sparked off the worn iron hide, doing no damage. The truck was mere yards from them, now. It was dodge or die.
*CRASH!!!*
The sickening sound of wood and flesh bounced off the cop car on the nose, and got sucked underneath the massive machine. The tire shredders did nothing against the solid rubber tires, stolen from military shipments.
The two humans and two anthros kept speeding on, ignoring the two human smears on the grill.
{Cell Block}
"KEEP MOVING!!! WE'RE ALMOST THERE!!!" Dev shouted, as they fought their way up the three floors to the Lab. The hallways were littered with the bodies of dead or wounded soldiers, the escapees looting the bodies of their weapons.
Dev now wielded a pair or M4 Carbines, and was deadly accurate, as he planted headshot after headshot. Soon, they would get the collars off, and wouldn't need the crude weapons.
{Office}
Seemingly taking the full-fledged escape as a mere experiment, Dr. Herbers was taking notes as he watched them on the security system, watching how they slaughtered their way through the soldiers.
"But, how will they fair against my automated defense systems?" he asked aloud.
The last mutt standing.
The one and only, Cowboy from Hell.
******
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I reach the other side,
I can show him what it feels like to die.
I can show him what it feels like to die.
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I'm cast out of the skies,
I can shoot the Devil right between the eyes.
