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General Discussion / Re: Catalyst Gaming Short Story Compilation / Contest
« on: July 19, 2011, 12:22:32 PM »
(This is something I found buried in my old creative writing folder. Not as good as what I'm currently working on, but I thought I'd post something since I don't have a single story up yet.)
They say the simulations are the most realistic training aids since live-fire exercises. It looks real, and believe me, it hurts like hell to get shot. For some reason I just think a taste of some real combat would help. When the boys from Lazuli's Lowlifes came through on their way to the fighting at Remagen, they made us really envy the sons-a-bitches. They go out and fight and act like it's their daily chore (which we're all sure it is) and just joke around when they survive near-death experiences. They truly are badasses.
Of course, seeing an ACU pass through just makes us want to get out to Remagen even more. It doesn't even discourage us when they ship all the bodies back to base to be cremated. We strip whatever ammo and other supplies are left off of the body then take it to what we affectionately dubbed “The Oven.” The old chaplain holds a memorial service each week, but I figure it's useless. The boys are dead, no amount of begging is gonna bring them back.
This daily routine of being bored all changed when Evan burst into the tent on some Wednesday
afternoon.
“Guys! Guys!” He shouted, throwing the tent flaps aside. He was practically panting. He leaned on his rifle for support
I sat up in my bunk. I motioned to the some of the guys who were reclining near the radio. They shut it off.
“For fuck's sake,” I said, “calm down, Evan.”
“Sarg... Sergeant Lazuli is dead! The PAC got him at the Remagen bridge!” He replied.
Corporal Jenkins fell back onto his bunk. “Shit, man, I thought 'ole Lazzy was indestructible. Who's gonna lead the Lowlifes now?”
Evan handed me a folder with some official papers in it. “Read this, Iggy.”
“Seriously, who the fuck's gonna lead 'em?” Jenkins inquired to no one in particular.
I got half way through the papers and my heart skipped a neat. I dropped them, and looked up at the ceiling.
“I am...”
(As you can see, was supposed to be a series, but decided not to continue. Don't worry, I have a much better story in the works. No spoilers, though By the way, whoever can guess what game this was based off of gets a cake.)
They say the simulations are the most realistic training aids since live-fire exercises. It looks real, and believe me, it hurts like hell to get shot. For some reason I just think a taste of some real combat would help. When the boys from Lazuli's Lowlifes came through on their way to the fighting at Remagen, they made us really envy the sons-a-bitches. They go out and fight and act like it's their daily chore (which we're all sure it is) and just joke around when they survive near-death experiences. They truly are badasses.
Of course, seeing an ACU pass through just makes us want to get out to Remagen even more. It doesn't even discourage us when they ship all the bodies back to base to be cremated. We strip whatever ammo and other supplies are left off of the body then take it to what we affectionately dubbed “The Oven.” The old chaplain holds a memorial service each week, but I figure it's useless. The boys are dead, no amount of begging is gonna bring them back.
This daily routine of being bored all changed when Evan burst into the tent on some Wednesday
afternoon.
“Guys! Guys!” He shouted, throwing the tent flaps aside. He was practically panting. He leaned on his rifle for support
I sat up in my bunk. I motioned to the some of the guys who were reclining near the radio. They shut it off.
“For fuck's sake,” I said, “calm down, Evan.”
“Sarg... Sergeant Lazuli is dead! The PAC got him at the Remagen bridge!” He replied.
Corporal Jenkins fell back onto his bunk. “Shit, man, I thought 'ole Lazzy was indestructible. Who's gonna lead the Lowlifes now?”
Evan handed me a folder with some official papers in it. “Read this, Iggy.”
“Seriously, who the fuck's gonna lead 'em?” Jenkins inquired to no one in particular.
I got half way through the papers and my heart skipped a neat. I dropped them, and looked up at the ceiling.
“I am...”
(As you can see, was supposed to be a series, but decided not to continue. Don't worry, I have a much better story in the works. No spoilers, though By the way, whoever can guess what game this was based off of gets a cake.)