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1. Gun them down.
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2. Make a break for it.
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3. ssssssssssssss
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Total Members Voted: 6

Voting closed: December 04, 2009, 08:17:53 AM


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Re: The Ends
« Reply #920 on: May 29, 2009, 06:23:51 PM »

Even if he already knows, he might destroy you for being stupid enough to tell him.  I would.
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Re: The Ends
« Reply #921 on: May 30, 2009, 02:54:57 AM »

2. Tell him that you were trying to escape the valley and leave out anything about you or Jesse being infected.

Deciding that you should probably leave out anything about being infected, you give a brief overview of your 'adventure' so far, mostly focusing on meeting Jesse at her cabin, and deciding to travel together.

"But what about the rest of her family?" Kyle asks.

You shake your head. "Uhhhh... Jesse said they were dead."

Kyle frowns. "I don't know. I knew her father. I don't think he'd get himself offed, ya know?"

"Oh, what do you know," Shawna says from the kitchen. "You don't know anything."

Kyle turns to face the doorway. "I know enough to keep us both alive!"

Shawna scoffs and keeps reading.

"Anyway," Kyle says, turning back to you, "I'm glad she thought to come here. I went to their house, you know, on one of my hunts. I didn't remember about the cabin, or I would have checked there."

"Hunts?" you ask.

Kyle chuckles, and cracks his knuckles over the table. "Oh, you know. I like to keep myself busy. I get crazy cooped in here, and I've needed a few things from time to time, so sometimes I go out and pop a few vineheads, grab a few things I might need."

"You're crazy, you know that, going out there alone," Shawna says, coming into the room. You get a closer look at her. She's short, maybe a little over five feet, appears to be in her late twenties. Her round face is unpleasant looking, and judging by what you've seen of her behavior so far, you think she knows it. She is dressed in a brown turtleneck and blue jeans. Most of her weight is distributed to her thighs. She seems to have an almost permanent frown on her face.

"You'll get yourself killed," she says as she sits down at the table. "Don't say I never warned you."

"Killed? Me?" Kyle says, grinning. "Nah. Those vineheads ain't nothing. Shit, I'd be more scared of a normal guy with a knife. Nah, they're slow and dumb. Easy to spot and pick off if you're careful, which I am."

"What about the Cavines?" you ask, watching him.

"The what now?"

"Oh, uh. Sorry. The infected dogs."

Kyle muses. "Cavines, hah. I like that. Clever. Whaddya call the people?"

You shrug. "Uh. Faceless, I guess."

Kyle chuckles. "I like vinehead better."

You smile weakly.

"But yeah, the dogs can give you some trouble. They're smarter and faster. But again, they ain't got guns, so long as you ain't stupid you can beat 'em," Kyle says.

"If that's true, then you're doomed," Shawna say sullenly.

Kyle turns to her, and then winks at you. "Oh my darling little girl. You just can't help but look on the bright side of life, can ya? So grateful for my help and all."

"This is ridiculous," Shawna says, getting into a speech you can tell she has spoken many times before. "This is all gonna blow over. The army is gonna come, and they're gonna save us. We should just stay inside until they come. In fact you never shoulda brought me here. It's so damn boring. I was fine where I was."

Kyle laughs. "The army? You serious? You know what they did to Limestone. Gassed the whole damn city. Killed everybody but the ones they was trying for. The army ain't coming, Shawna. You an' me, we're it. We got to take care of ourselves."

"I still don't believe that," Shawna says.

"Girl, I brought back the canister. I showed it to you. They probably gassed where you were, too. Hell, you probably wouldn't have even survived that long. You'd be worm food if it wasn't for me."

Shawna just shakes her head and sighs.

Kyle turns back to you. "So what happened with Jesse's eye? That's ugly, ugly thing for a pretty girl like her to have to have."

"Uh, I guess she lost it in an accident," you say slowly.

"An accident?"

"She hasn't really said," you say. "You know, we were busy, running and stuff."

"Yeah I saw that. You two were in shit shape when you got to my porch," Kyle says, chuckling. "Good thing I heard all that ruckus, huh?"

"Yeah, good thing," you say.

Kyle regards you, long and steady. You get the sense he's measuring you up. You suspect there's more going on behind his rough speech and cool eyes than he is letting on. You meet his gaze, and he smiles at you.

"Well, you're welcome to stay here long as you want," Kyle says. "Jessica is family, and you're her friend, so that makes you family too."

"Thanks," you say, wondering if you should tell him about your mission to find Nicole. You didn't come to stay here, you only came to stock up. You wonder if there's going to be any trouble if you try to leave.

"Well, I'm beat," Kyle says. "I've been up all night watching over you and Jess. I think I'll take a nap. Help yourself to any food ya want."

You nod. "Thanks. I will."

Kyle stands up and stretches and yawns. "Always knew it'd come to this. I knew it. Everyone used to call me a nutter. Crazy Kyle. Now who's crazy?"

"You are," Shawna says.

"Maybe!" Kyle laughs. "But crazy and alive! All them others, they listen to the authorities. Authorities don't know nothin'. When the chips are down you've only got yourself to rely on. All them people like you Shawna, hoping and hoping for the government to save 'em, they're dead now. And good riddance. I never liked people who couldn't help themselves."

Shawna just shakes her head and her father leaves the room. She looks at you after he's gone.

"So, you're from Greenwood?"

"Yeah," you say.

"You're crazy, coming all the way out here. Who'd want to live up here? What're you doing up here? You should have stayed where you was."

"Well, there's not much left of Greenwood now," you say.

Shawna continues as if you hadn't spoken. You get the impression she does that a lot. "We don't got a lot of food. Now we're gonna have to share it with you and the girl. No offense. I don't mean to be rude, but you should get on your way."

As she finishes, she gets up and leaves, without waiting for your reply.

You shake your head, and call Max over. He perks up and walks to you, putting his head in your lap, looking at you with intelligent eyes.

"What kind of mess have we gotten into now?" you ask him softly. Max grins at you and wags his tail as you scratch his head. "At least you got some food."

Max wags in agreement.

"We gotta get out of here, and find Nicole. We can't stay, can we?"

Max watches you. You have to admit, staying here might not be such a bad idea. It's safe here. You could finally put your feet up.

You shake your head. Hell. You've come this far, right? Then again...

You should check on Jesse, see if she's doing all right. You stand and pat your leg for Max to follow, and begin to explore the bunker. Your leg is a bit stiff, but you hardly limp.

You find Jesse in a small room that looks like a library. Books line the shelves, mostly on engineering and other technical stuff. A cot has been set up, Jesse lays peacefully on it, hair down, eye closed. You're struck by how beautiful she is, even under all the dirt and blood.

You pull over a chair and sit by her cot, holding her hand and stroking it softly. After a minute she stirs, and rolls over, her eye opening slowly to gaze at you.

You smile, and she smiles back. "Hey," she says, softly. "What happened? Where are we?"

"We're inside Kyle's bunker," you say in reply.

"Kyle? But my dad said he was dead," Jesse says.

"Guess he was wrong," you say.

Max sticks his snout up and licks Jesse's face. She laughs and presses him away. "Max, you crazy mutt, cut it out."

Max whines happily and licks her again, wriggling. Jesse smiles and pets his head.

An urge comes over you to kiss her.

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1. Sure. Why not?

2. Nope. Plenty of reasons why not.

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Re: The Ends
« Reply #922 on: May 30, 2009, 03:53:54 AM »

No time for being a creep.  Hell, how old was she, again?
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Re: The Ends
« Reply #923 on: May 30, 2009, 09:12:04 AM »

16-17ish. I really do not see romance helping at this point. Especially if Kyle doesn't want Jesse running around in post-apocalyptic California.* Might make things (more) awkward.

And it's time to drink some booze, what with all the lacerations we got earlier. The last dose wasn't really that strong compared to the last time we really binged and that seemed to be the most effective.

Here's hoping Kyle likes to party :perfect:

And we could be optimists and say the poison gas was an attempt at a cure. :wakka: Still, I'm not sure why they haven't nuke the place yet. No-Face has confirmed it's not contained to the general area, so I doubt the other nuclear powers would throw a hissy fit. The gas indicates they want to save infrastructure for...some reason.

Not to mention the 800lbs gorilla of how are the world's militaries losing to what amounts to glorified, untrained, and unarmed infantry. Unless those impact sites are so common they the leveled everything of strategic importance, but from what we've seen it does not seem like they did much recon.

At any rate, we should hurry up and get out of here before the boss monster activates.

*Please please don't let Kyle be one of those 'repopulate the human race' survivalists.
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Re: The Ends
« Reply #924 on: May 30, 2009, 10:14:12 AM »

While Kayma's post-apocalyptic goal would be to woo as many pretty girls as possible, I don't think that would be the best course of action for Clark Wolfson. If Jesse decides she wants to come with us when we leave, shibby, but she's got a relatively safe place here, and we shouldn't make the decision harder for her.

Then agaim, if she or we are to stay, we'll just end up vining these nice folks to death anyway.  :shrug:
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Re: The Ends
« Reply #925 on: May 30, 2009, 11:36:02 AM »

Yeah, she's a nice girl...but let's wait for the next date, or until we narrowly save each other from the jaws of death.

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see: War on Terror

Also, something more is going on with Kyle.  Curious to see what.
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Re: The Ends
« Reply #926 on: May 30, 2009, 12:02:56 PM »

until we narrowly save each other from the jaws of death.

again
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Re: The Ends
« Reply #927 on: May 30, 2009, 01:04:16 PM »

theory: worms are divided in gestalt groups that can communicate telepathically. each gestalt is ruled by some form of overmind that orders them around. perhaps worms can change allegiance between overminds

the dog is infected but part of nicole's worm gestalt so we can't feel it.

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Re: The Ends
« Reply #928 on: May 30, 2009, 01:24:30 PM »

 I'm picking 2. Not because love shouldn't be cultivated on a battlefield, or the age thing (you damn American prudes)... it's because I had the thought, "Is there a chance of cross-infection if 1 is selected?"
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Re: The Ends
« Reply #929 on: May 30, 2009, 01:27:50 PM »

it's because I had the thought, "Is there a chance of cross-infection if 1 is selected?"

 :OoO: That's an interesting thought. I kinda wanna see if that's posssssssible now...
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Re: The Ends
« Reply #930 on: May 30, 2009, 02:21:20 PM »

Yeah, she's a nice girl...but let's wait for the next date, or until we narrowly save each other from the jaws of death.

Three times, minimum.

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It's true, I remember when that one Faceless fired an RPG at us and then hid itself among the civilian population and/or mountains and we couldn't find it again!

:whoops:

It's not even a real biohazard scenario if they have to stuff the worms into your eye socket. Not the best vector, that. We're clearly missing something. That bit about the radio and normal looking Faceless are essentially the only hints we currently have of abnormal behavior and they're insane or impossible to investigate at the moment, respectively.
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Re: The Ends
« Reply #931 on: May 30, 2009, 02:34:56 PM »

make her booboos better hahaha
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Re: The Ends
« Reply #932 on: May 30, 2009, 02:43:33 PM »

hid itself among the civilian population

I'm just sayin'.
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Re: The Ends
« Reply #933 on: May 31, 2009, 04:37:36 AM »

For some time now I've felt like something has been missing from this story, something lacking that I couldn't put my finger on. Last night, as I was thinking about the past, I finally realized what the missing piece is:

Bears.

Even if they're not native to the area, perhaps there's a zoo nearby? A tiger is fine too.

Please?
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Re: The Ends
« Reply #934 on: May 31, 2009, 12:54:05 PM »

 :wat:
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Re: The Ends
« Reply #935 on: May 31, 2009, 01:02:46 PM »

I wanna know what the army is up to during all of this. Can't Benny show us some army shit?
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Re: The Ends
« Reply #936 on: May 31, 2009, 01:35:34 PM »

For some time now I've felt like something has been missing from this story, something lacking that I couldn't put my finger on. Last night, as I was thinking about the past, I finally realized what the missing piece is:

Bears.

Even if they're not native to the area, perhaps there's a zoo nearby? A tiger is fine too.

Please?

I wanna know what the army is up to during all of this. Can't Benny show us some army shit?

Suddenly, your mind is filled with a terrible and surreal vision:

A general exits his command tent, aids trailing.

"We launch operation Worm in two hours," he says, lighting up a cigar.

"But sir, we don't have confirmation from Washington!"

"Damn Washington!" the general says. "There are people out there in need of a rescue. We've got the men and the hardware. I want all squads to move out on my order!"

"Y - Yes sir!" his aid says.

The general moves to a nearby podium, and turns to address the hundreds of soldiers awaiting his command. Several tanks and fighter jets sit in the background, arrayed in Hollywood style.

"You men are the best of the best. You've been handpicked for this mission to save AMERICA from the enemy that threatens it. AMERICA is depending on you, men. Don't let her down."

Cheers. The soldiers are eager to move out.

The general chomps down on his cigar. "Thank god for the fighting men and women of AMERICA," he says.

Suddenly, hundreds of Bears swarm onto the tarmac, roaring.

Like a relentless wave they come, cutting down soldiers left and right. Merciless killing machines.

"Are... are they infected!?" says one of the aids.

The general puts out his cigar and pulls out his pistol. "No," he says. "They're Bears."

He fires his entire clip into the oncoming death tide. It has little effect.

Night begins to fall, revealing the horrible mangled corpses of a thousand heroes, torn to shreds on the ground. The general's cigar trails smoke into the air, the general's severed head laying nearby, mouth twisted in a fierce battle scowl.
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Re: The Ends
« Reply #937 on: May 31, 2009, 01:41:25 PM »

 :sadpanda::salute:
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Re: The Ends
« Reply #938 on: May 31, 2009, 01:58:09 PM »

The camera pans to a shot of a flying AMERICAN flag. It is large.

Suddenly, every single tank and fighter lined up on the runway EXPLODES. A LOT.

THE END OF THE ENDS
A MICHEAL BAY PRODUCTION
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Re: The Ends
« Reply #939 on: May 31, 2009, 02:24:29 PM »

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

not like this
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