10-08-2008, 02:43 PM | #11 |
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So can I still keep going with this or what?
And what do infractions do? Last time I saw anything about it, you guys weren't sure either. Edit: Since this is still open I'll assume yes, so update will be here later. Last edited by TDK; 10-08-2008 at 03:33 PM. |
10-09-2008, 04:35 PM | #12 |
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Alright, let's see. There's gotta be something around here I can use... Hehe. This'll do nicely, I think. Now lemme just... Okay, wow, fuck, this thing is heavy. Ten minutes of pained labor later, I have the barrel at the top of the ladder, in position for the penultimate stage of what I have dubbed "Plan EXCELSIOR". I climb onto the top of the barrel, my back emitting a loud crack as I bend. Agh. Manual labor is not my strong suit. Alright. In position. Gotta line this up just right... The window directly ahead, I turn around and fire a round into the barrel, leaning toward the window. "EXCELSI-AGH!" I smack into a concrete wall across from the window before falling on a crate, breaking it into pieces. I groan loudly, standing after regaining the wind that had been knocked out of me. A quick glance around reveals I'm in an alley now. There is a door ahead. I push open the door, walking up a flight of stairs, still wheezing from my intimate encounter with the wall. I open another door. There's a gate ahead. Another COP. He knocks on a can onto the ground. "Pick up that can." What? You just knocked it over, what are you... I try to just walk by. He shoves me back. Big mistake, buddy. You don't have me outnumbered now! I try to push through again. The son of a bitch shoves me again! I don't like being touched. Sometimes people just make me so angry, I-! ... Oh. Shit. Okay, don't panic. ...I don't think anyone saw anything. Gotta hide the body... No one will ever know. Okay, just gotta play it cool, act like nothing happened... Damn. I really need some cash from that atm...No! That would draw too much attention. There's a cop RIGHT there...Just keep walking... Walking as fast as I can without seeming too conspicuous, I get past the guard without turning my head. I open the doors and step outside. Where to now... Well, walking around aimlessly hasn't failed me yet! Shit, another cop...Man, this city is CRAWLING with the fuzz! Just keep walking, act nonchalant... SHIT. I glance around and walk quickly into the alley. Okay, play it cool. No one saw anything they couldn't possibly be after me... I climb the ladder, thinking quickly. I mean, no one saw anything, right? Unless...Shit! WERE there any security cameras there? I don't remember seeing any... I'm almost sure, I mean if there we-WAGH! THUMP. I land on another crate, this one not breaking. I love crates. I climb down and keep walking, out of the alley, still no idea where I'm going. ... Barely keeping my cool, I walk slowly away from the cops, not looking back. Shit, people. Don't make eye contact... ... CRAWLING with cops, I tell you! Shit, he's walking toward me. I look around and make for a door off to the side. Oh, hey, an elevator. My luck is looking up! CLICK. What? What the hell is this thing... CLICK. Deny me, will you?! I pump a few rounds into it. It doesn't budge. Dammit, I hate the stairs! More cops?! I duck into a room to the right. I come out another door a bit up the hallway. The cops are gone. Huh. I keep walking, another doorway on the left... COP! I panic. I hear a shot ring out, then realize it came from my gun. The cop slumps to the floor. I leave the body, eyes wide with terror. I can't go to prison! I have a family, a life... I keep walking down the hallway, coming to another set of stairs. Oh god. I reverse direction and go up the stairs quickly, not daring to look behind me. I come to the top, a guy beckoning for me to come inside the room. I do so, if only to hide from the cops. "So, uh...Hey man, wanna buy some weed?" Before I can respond, I hear a noise behind me. He begins to panic. "RAID!" I whip around, the man falling to the ground as a cop's stunstick connects with his skull. I panic, running back, but they are coming in from all directions. I take a few blows in the chaos, starting to feel lightheaded. I black out. ... There are bodies everywhere, civilian and police alike. I look around with horror, noting my almost empty clip. Speechless and mortified, I let my gun drop to the ground. I slump to the floor, staring in disbelief at my palms. Could these hands have killed all these people? Bile rises in my throat. I think I'm going to throw up. Oh god. |
10-09-2008, 05:38 PM | #13 |
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Truly epic.
I'm impressed with the way you managed to run through pretty much the whole thing with a joke from just one incident...
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10-09-2008, 07:01 PM | #14 |
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I was expecting things to turn into a sillyfest, but this is turning out to be really epic. And the plot-bending is great.
paint tool -> beersplat. Heh.
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10-11-2008, 03:09 PM | #15 |
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I hesitantly grab my pistol and stand up.
I need to get going. I head out into the hallway, coming to another flight of stairs. More cops coming up the stairs. I follow my first instinct and run. I reach the top of the stairs, turning and looking back quickly. They're catching up... I turn back around and burst through a door, where a man is waving to me. "This way, quick!" I run through the door, but before I can ask how much he is charging, and if it was competitive with the man downstairs, he slams the door on the cops, holding it tightly and bracing himself against it. "Get out of here!" Fine! I don't have any money anyway...The people in this city are so RUDE. I turn and go through a door, then jog up the stairs. What a craphole... I hear a scream from behind me and distinct crackle of a stunrod. Aw, man...I could REALLY use some pot after all this. I run, taking a look back. They're already following me again! As I leap from the battered rooftop, pain explodes in the back of my leg as a bullet rips through my calf. I scream out and stumble to the ground, but grit my teeth and keep limping on. I scramble across the makeshift bridge and turn around, shooting the boards into pieces. That ought to slow them down... I whip around as a bullet hits the wall by my ear, looking around wildly. Oh god they must have found the bodies! There are cops EVERYWHERE! I inch along the ledge. Now, I'm not afraid of heights. But heights and BULLETS scare the crap out of me. I jump across the gap to the next roof, continuing my slow traversal of the narrow ledge. I turn the corner, throwing myself forward into the outcropping. I breathe heavily and slump against the wall, grateful for the momentary reprieve. After catching my breath I stand up and creep back over to the edge. Cop... I aim carefully and fire. He slumps to the ground. All that time I spent with my dad at the gun club is really paying off. I get on my knees, creeping along slowly, seeing the end of my journey ahead. I almost jump to the next roof. I scramble along the final ledge and climb gladly into the open window. I kiss the ground, pledging never to traverse narrow rooftops while being chased by hostile police again. I stand up, looking around and hoping nobody saw that. ...Good. I walk down the stairs. Man, it would've been embarassing if-SHIT! I stumble and somersault into the wall as the stairs give way. God--I could've broken my neck! They really need some building codes in this place... I stand up and walk through the door, turning and opening the next one, then come face to face with a cop. Before I know what's happening he raises his stunrod. My vision goes white as the stunrod contacts my skull. I think I have a concussion. I slump to the ground, paralyzed, and hear a woman's voice as my vision begins to fade back in. ...Damn. I stand up dizzily, looking around. ...DAYUM! I think I'm in love. She starts talking about something. I can't quite make out what she's saying, the cop hit me in the ear I think. Nothing but white noise. She opens the door. I think I'll follow her. I really wish I could hear what she's saying. The door closes behind me as I step inside and totally don't stare at her ass as she presses the button. The elevator descends. I step out and look around. She motions to a poster of some old guy. Still can't hear what she's saying. I smile and nod. A secret door slides open. Fancy. I follow her down a short hallway. She punches in some numbers and the next door opens. She leaps over the railing. DAMN I love this girl. I attempt to copy her, but end up falling on my face. OW. She saw that...Ow, my pride. I get up painedly and follow her. She motions to the drink machine and puts in a quarter and presses a few buttons. It opens like a door. ...Dammit, I was thirsty. I walk inside, looking around. Looks like some kinda lab. What the hell is this? I press the button. Agh, holy shit! I jump back, watching it carefully. The cactus appears on the other platform. Wow, fancy... I turn around, looking around some more. Wonder what that giant pet carrier is for. The girl's talking to some old guy. Yawn. Holy shit, its doctor kleenex! ...BARNEY! I run up to him, wishing I could hear even more now. I missed his comforting tone. He ignores me, walking over and pressing a button. A shutter starts to slide up. He walks in, my eyes fixed on him. He ducks with a cry. AGH! What the shit is that! KILL IT! ...Oops. Shiiiiit... Okay, don't panic, no one saw that... No one will ever know. (Please ignore the physics gun. I don't want to open garry's mod again...) |
10-11-2008, 03:20 PM | #16 |
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LAMAR! NOOOOOOOOOOO!
Oh god rofl.
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10-12-2008, 12:25 AM | #17 |
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Just out of curiosity... if Lamarr dies, do the people still react the same way?
And do the props? ...Because I think we've got a poltergeist here.
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10-12-2008, 01:09 AM | #18 |
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I would think that the props just mysteriously move themselves when lamarr does something, and that the NPCs talk to air. Or a new lamarr is spawned. Or it breaks the event.
Hell, I need to try it.
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10-12-2008, 11:09 AM | #19 |
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For me, at least, the event doesn't work right anyway in g-mod because you can't press E to pick things up and therefore can't put the plug back in to make the teleporter work. Not even with the grav gun.
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10-12-2008, 01:19 PM | #20 |
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Oh man, this is so awesome. Poor guy just has an itchy trigger finger and wants some weed... XD I never did like Lamarr much anyway. She never listened to Kleiner anyhow, stupid untrained pet.
(Oh hey, when you get to Black Mesa East, waay later in the story obviously, go noclip while you're on the elevator, you can explore the other floors you pass. Due to only being viewed from one angle they're half made in some places, but it's still neat. Namely what that one vortigaunt is cooking for dinner... XD)
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