goal: write a short story for class (fail)
challenge: without including title, use only 777 words (accomplished)
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“Loading map…/”
“Welcome Spr6”
The masculine voice spoke, “Capture the flag.” Birds chirped in the background. The beautiful blue sky radiated an inviting luminescence in the deep ravine. The full metal spire on the other hand, dominated the environment. Its general deck running along the lateral lines and rear ran up to the turret deck. And, if one could stomach the nauseating height, the flight deck equipped with a pair of Banshees and a single M19 SSM Rocket launcher. Parked in the cool shade beneath the turret deck were three Warthogs – two turret and one rocket hog. Across from the tower was the concealed entrance to the inside of the spire. Gallantly and confidently constructed, lay the three ramps leading up to the exposed flag - a reminder to all the soldiers stationed that this was a war zone! Death be to the shy, peaceful, and uncoordinated.
Sub lieutenant Spr6 of the MSK Army’s Special Strike division quickly browsed through a roster and intelligence report of currently stationed troops, allies, and enemies. Battle hardened and crafty, he was a prime candidate for a recon operation in the Army’s secondary server. Today, however, was a relaxing day in the ravine. Noobs foolishly duked it out with each other using rockets and grenades, trying to create epic war stories for later gloating. And with no enemy opposing them, the peace would be perfect for some combined R&R plus tactical driver training – and a perfect date.
“Spr6: same as usual?”
“Carmella: sure”
Private Carmella of MSK’s Night Security Team had a charming face shield, bulky armour, mad driving skills and a friendly personality. As a stand alone soldier she held her ground. But paired with Slt. Spr6 the two become a lethal enough force to deal deadly accurate blows to even the most experienced aimbotter. Add a gold ole M12 LRV Warthog jeep into the mix and they become unchallenged.
“Spr6: heh, you know over here in America it’s usually the guy who drives their dates around.”
“Carmella: 1. technically this is international territory 2. Im the better drive”
Fish-tailing sharply around the corner, Carmella barely corrected their direction in time to hit the natural ramp perfectly - another text book landing and fish-tale around the next corner. Spr6 timed himself to jump off the hog the instant it got to the ramp; Carmella drove once around the enemies spire and swung the hog around. With flag in hand, he leaped for the Hog; gliding perfectly into the turrets shoulder bracers. The masculine voice came back, “Red team, flag stolen.” A few seconds later, “Red team, flag captured.”
“Spr6: booyeah!”
“Carmella: did you see how I stuck it back there?”
“Spr6: masterfully done as always”
“Spr6: but with no enemies, its just too easy”
“Carmella: joyriding”
“Spr6: =)”
Spr6 assumed his place in the back of the Hog once more; Carmella floored it also managing to interrupt the two noobs still trying to show off. Time passed with each lap they took around the two bases, mostly showing off each others skills. Then, on their fifth lap, disaster struck. Fear took hold of the ravine. Time appeared to have disappeared all together. With the noobs long gone, the silence chilled their very cores. Spr6 turned his turret to the sky.
“Carmella: what team is he on”
“Spr6: BANSHEE INC!”
Carmella swung the Hog in a tight u-turn, dodging for the cover of rocks. The ground burst around them as blue bolts of plasma were fired from the aircraft. The eerie screech of its engines passed over head, circling for another flyby. Spr6 opened fire: precise, slow bursts. The two closing in on each other, Carmella dodging for every piece of cover she could get the hog through. A giant green blob blasted from the central cannon of the Banshee. Swerve, the ground behind and to the right exploded driving the Hog forward and nearly tipping it. Alas, the precision of the bursts prevailed. On his turn around, the pilot was shot down. The Banshee crashed to the ground beneath.
“Pilot: ns!”
“Spr6: ty, nice driving”
“Carmella: anytime”
“Pilot: im out”
“Spr6: well, it’s just us again”
“Carmella: wanna ride?”
“Spr6: sure”
“Carmella: hey kid, you want candy? hahaha”
“Spr6: how about we skip the formalities?”
“Carmella: let me just pull over”
“Spr6: haha want to go to another server?”
“Carmella: nah, I’m done for now”
“Spr6: alright”
“Carmella: I’ll log into xfire. Give me a minute”
“Spr6: 7 over here…”
“Carmella: that late already?”
“Spr6: sadly =(“
Both exited the lonely ravine and entered back to their respective desktops.
“Spr6: I guess this is goodnight, see you”
“Carmella: morning babe.”