Desolator12
03-05-2004, 01:25 PM
A Desolate Life
Chapter One
Betrayal
Rushing past the refinery, spewing smoke and turning the ore and gems we harvest into profit, I headed for the Briefing Room. Who am I? I am what the Soviets call the Desolator. Later, you will know why they call me that. Anyway, upon reaching the upper floor of the briefing room, I was met by my commanding officer, General Vladimir. He was laughing menacingly, and I noticed something sinister in his eyes. Behind him was a full squadron of Tesla Troopers, the units that shocked people with electric bolts from afar, and damaged them or killed them before they could fire off a single bullet. Then I realized it. He said to me, “Dezolatorz are uzelezz. Tezla Trooperz vil rule ze vorld!” then, like the coward he was, he ran off. The Troopers were starting to charge their tesla mechanisms, and I knew I had to act fast. Dropping to the ground, I put my Radiation Cannon, RAD Cannon for short, to the floor and launched a sickly, green beam of radiation. The effects were instant. The building turned a sickly green, and the people inside, except me, turned into a green puddle of radioactive goop. Before the last trooper went down, I felt an electric shock. One of them had managed to pull off a shot before they too succumbed to the deadly effects of the radiation.
After the last Tesla Trooper drew his last breath, fell down onto the floor, melted, and flowed into an air conditioning vent, I decided to de-activate the RAD cannon and leave the building. More likely, Vladimir would be back with reinforcements. I exited the building, and just when I was about twenty feet away from the building, I heard an earth-shattering explosion as the building behind me was destroyed. Then, out of the dust and debris, I saw something that truly sent a shiver down my spine…two Apocalypse Tanks.
As their barrels swiveled towards me, I knew I had to run or be destroyed in the inevitable explosion. There was a reason why I feared these tanks. The shells that they shot were so powerful they were equivalent to a miniature atomic bomb. Then, before the shells were fired from the tank, I remembered something. All tanks have a limited firing area, starting from about five feet in front of them. If I could get into that 5-foot area, they could not attack me. Also, they were slow, so the chance that they could run me over was unlikely. The cannon on the tank fired, and luckily, the tank’s aim was off. If it wasn’t I would have been dead in seconds. I decided to use this chance to run up towards the tanks. I knew that people would come out of the top and try to shoot at me with their own side arms, but I knew I could take them down. As I reached the tank, a gunner manned the pintle-mounted machine gun and tried to get a good shot off. Unfortunately, it’s hard for people to aim right when they’re glowing green and melting back into the tank. The other tank’s commander, not anticipating that maneuver hesitated to fire at me, not wanting to risk the loss of a perfectly good Apocalypse tank. I took this reprieve in cannon fire to get inside the tank’s heavily-armored shell. I got into the turret control station, swiveled the turret towards the tank, and before the commander in the other tank could respond to this, a shell hit the tank right on the cannon, rendering it a useless pile of shrapnel. Then, aiming again, I fired the last shell on the tank, aiming for the treads. The shell exploded, sending tons of dust and debris into the air surrounding the tank. When the dust cleared, I realized the shell had missed its intended target and instead cratered the area where it hit. However, the damage to the tank was sufficient enough that it could not fire. Apparently, the tank’s commander had not realized this and ordered the cannon to fire upon the commandeered apocalypse tank. The shell fired, exploded in the barrel, and destroyed everything inside the tank.
Upon exiting the metal behemoth, I surveyed the scene. One apocalypse tank had been destroyed, and another was not. I decided to take a few tank shells and wire them to explode the second the tank’s engine was started. On the horizon, I noticed a small black dot, and a droning engine sound. I realized this was my life, and that I needed to run it. Not some General, not another commander, but me. I turned up my RAD cannon full blast, and made everything within a mile of me green… nobody is going to kill me anytime soon. I’ll make sure of it.
Chapter One
Betrayal
Rushing past the refinery, spewing smoke and turning the ore and gems we harvest into profit, I headed for the Briefing Room. Who am I? I am what the Soviets call the Desolator. Later, you will know why they call me that. Anyway, upon reaching the upper floor of the briefing room, I was met by my commanding officer, General Vladimir. He was laughing menacingly, and I noticed something sinister in his eyes. Behind him was a full squadron of Tesla Troopers, the units that shocked people with electric bolts from afar, and damaged them or killed them before they could fire off a single bullet. Then I realized it. He said to me, “Dezolatorz are uzelezz. Tezla Trooperz vil rule ze vorld!” then, like the coward he was, he ran off. The Troopers were starting to charge their tesla mechanisms, and I knew I had to act fast. Dropping to the ground, I put my Radiation Cannon, RAD Cannon for short, to the floor and launched a sickly, green beam of radiation. The effects were instant. The building turned a sickly green, and the people inside, except me, turned into a green puddle of radioactive goop. Before the last trooper went down, I felt an electric shock. One of them had managed to pull off a shot before they too succumbed to the deadly effects of the radiation.
After the last Tesla Trooper drew his last breath, fell down onto the floor, melted, and flowed into an air conditioning vent, I decided to de-activate the RAD cannon and leave the building. More likely, Vladimir would be back with reinforcements. I exited the building, and just when I was about twenty feet away from the building, I heard an earth-shattering explosion as the building behind me was destroyed. Then, out of the dust and debris, I saw something that truly sent a shiver down my spine…two Apocalypse Tanks.
As their barrels swiveled towards me, I knew I had to run or be destroyed in the inevitable explosion. There was a reason why I feared these tanks. The shells that they shot were so powerful they were equivalent to a miniature atomic bomb. Then, before the shells were fired from the tank, I remembered something. All tanks have a limited firing area, starting from about five feet in front of them. If I could get into that 5-foot area, they could not attack me. Also, they were slow, so the chance that they could run me over was unlikely. The cannon on the tank fired, and luckily, the tank’s aim was off. If it wasn’t I would have been dead in seconds. I decided to use this chance to run up towards the tanks. I knew that people would come out of the top and try to shoot at me with their own side arms, but I knew I could take them down. As I reached the tank, a gunner manned the pintle-mounted machine gun and tried to get a good shot off. Unfortunately, it’s hard for people to aim right when they’re glowing green and melting back into the tank. The other tank’s commander, not anticipating that maneuver hesitated to fire at me, not wanting to risk the loss of a perfectly good Apocalypse tank. I took this reprieve in cannon fire to get inside the tank’s heavily-armored shell. I got into the turret control station, swiveled the turret towards the tank, and before the commander in the other tank could respond to this, a shell hit the tank right on the cannon, rendering it a useless pile of shrapnel. Then, aiming again, I fired the last shell on the tank, aiming for the treads. The shell exploded, sending tons of dust and debris into the air surrounding the tank. When the dust cleared, I realized the shell had missed its intended target and instead cratered the area where it hit. However, the damage to the tank was sufficient enough that it could not fire. Apparently, the tank’s commander had not realized this and ordered the cannon to fire upon the commandeered apocalypse tank. The shell fired, exploded in the barrel, and destroyed everything inside the tank.
Upon exiting the metal behemoth, I surveyed the scene. One apocalypse tank had been destroyed, and another was not. I decided to take a few tank shells and wire them to explode the second the tank’s engine was started. On the horizon, I noticed a small black dot, and a droning engine sound. I realized this was my life, and that I needed to run it. Not some General, not another commander, but me. I turned up my RAD cannon full blast, and made everything within a mile of me green… nobody is going to kill me anytime soon. I’ll make sure of it.