DualJay

because it is ikr ikr Of course it was. No.

Read, review, and subscribe. Name recap: Byron Aery = Binary Max Michaelis = Magickus Rammite = Idiot Cube Octavius Cube = Rammite Jason Dual = DualJay Lenny Tooka = Lenny2k (not a SubSPUFer) Brendon Beckman = BrendanBeckman (not a SubSPUFer, the beast fought in ch10) Razach Putin = Razputin Sebastipole Lukos Sion = Splosion Buddy Ziller = Buddhazilla Christ Metler = Cretler Stanley Munda = Stamda Simon = Simon Ryan Jihn = Rynjin Coleman Eaucana = Comeau

Plus it gives you an accurate portrayal of several subSPUFers. See my sig for a link. Also, add your steam button thing so I can message you if you try to stop posting.

Oh. lrn2clarify

B and C are false. Remember? You're a and Pinkskaya takes over in dangerous situations.

For a sec I thought you thought you weren't in the story.

It needs an update I write bad fanfiction so I'm cool now.

Keep the discussions here, I'm having fun reading them, and I don't care.

lolyes Also there will be a hiatus because I've got to plot out the next arc.

When else would they have fetish-based drama?

lolno

ikr

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please go

what is mind break

I considered it. Then decided not to.

Chapter 10 [spoiler2] A helicopter thundered through the early morning air. Beneath it drove a caravan of jeeps and SWAT vans. An armored monster truck with a mounted assault cannon stood out at the front of the column. Byron, who was in the back by the cannon, grimly surveyed the group. A small army, with several SubSPUFers. Him, Cube, Rammite, Ziller and his apprentice - who were probably overkill all on their lonesome. The radio crackled. “Sir, we’re approaching the base now, over. ETA ten minutes.” “Ten-four, over.” ************************** “Sir, the police are approaching. Shouldn’t we get out of here while we can?” Simon said, nervously. A cold laugh came from the surgeon. “Our master has guaranteed we will survive this, if we obey him.” According to the black-clad man, Simon had to bring Cavera along and make her fight for them. He had no choice but to obey - in a way, he was just like her. “Now, I must attend to my masterpiece. Leave me.” ************************** Jay watched the caravan from atop a skyscraper, his skin carefully shielded from the light of dawn. He studied the file he’d stolen from Byron’s office. An abandoned military base in district 290. He should’ve figured it out. Ah well, all in due time. Jay vaulted across the gap between two skyscrapersa tendril of shadow lashing out the extra two meters to reach the building on the other side. ************************** “ETA 2 minutes.” Byron grabbed his sledgehammer and a modified M4 carbine. Rammite carried a shotgun and his revolver. Byron spoke. “Alright, gents. We’ve gone over this a million times. Everything should go off without a hitch - we know that biosorcerers have limits, and we are prepared above and beyond what is necessary to beat the limit the Surgeon has shown.” “ETA 1 minute.” Rammite braced himself, and instructed the others to do the same. “Impact in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1...” The armored truck slammed through the concrete wall of the abandoned compound, swiftly followed by the rest of the caravan. Police and SWAT troopers burst from their vehicles, swiftly taking cover, focusing their weapons on the collection of buildings in the center of the compound. Rammite yelled through the public address system included in the truck. “Come out with your hands up!” One of the large doors on a hanger began to open. The air seemed to crackle with intensity. A massive profile was visible in the hangar. It roared, and came thundering out of the building. Every muscle on the creature’s body rippled, and its skin was an angry blood-red, with a craggy, rock-like texture. “Open fire!” Mounted assault cannons, sniper rifles, assault rifles, gatling guns, and grenade launchers spat forth death at the oncoming beast. It batted aside and dodged the grenades. The assault rifle and gatling gun fire didn’t even penetrate its skin. The sniper rifles only got to the first layer of muscle. A lucky shot with an assault cannon made it stumble, briefly. It hit the defensive line roughly twenty meters away from the SubSPUFers, tearing armored vehicles in half, crushing SPUFers and flipping squad cars. Ziller’s blood boiled. This thing had the audacity to brutally murder helpless SPUFers. What could they do against it? Nothing. They were helpless, and so help him he was not going to stand by. He let out a roar of rage, and charged the massive beast, leaping into the air when he was five meters away. The beast began to turn towards him, only to be met with an earth-shaking Superman punch. It was knocked clean off of its feet and onto its back. Buddy was on top of it now, hammering it with mind-numbingly fast punches. The beast thrashed, and kicked Ziller off of its chest. It rose to its feet and was promptly hit with a sledgehammer across the face. Lightning-fast, Rammite scaled the beast’s back and unloaded six shots from his magnum into the freak’s ear. It dropped to the ground. A glowing knob on the freak’s body - one of four - stopped glowing, as if the light inside had been sucked out. The creature’s wounds closed up. Its face reconstructed itself. The side of its head reformed. Impossibly fast for something so large, the beast had gotten back on its feet. Its motions a blur, it backhanded Byron, sending him flying. Simultaneously, it grabbed Rammite, slammed its meaty fist into Ziller, and kicked Sebastipole, who had been trying to intervene. The freak lunged about, slamming Rammite into the ground every time it landed, finishing off the remaining SPUFer police and granting the wish of a mutilated SWAT trooper that was begging for death. The beast threw Rammite’s limp body aside and squared off with Ziller. ************************** Cube hunted through the hangar the beast had come from. He’d sensed Cavera inside. He heard a heavy, panting breath through a door, and kicked it open, Jay’s P250 in hand. It was the rape-monster, strapped down. Rage blossomed inside Cube. “Did you touch her? Did you?!” The rape-monster snuffled, fear in its piggish eyes. He pressed his gun against its forehead, and pulled the trigger. ************************** The massive freak faced down a severely injured Buddy Ziller. They alone remained standing. A cough came from the breach in the compound wall. Stanley Munda, alone, carrying nothing but a shotgun, walked in. “Ziller, we’ve had our differences. But now-” “Say no more.” Munda nodded. The freak charged him. Calmly, he leveled his double-barreled shotgun. Waited until it was less than a meter away... and fired both barrels. Bannite/infractium alloy pellets screamed through the air, reducing the freak’s head to chunky salsa. Two more of the four knobs were extinguished, leaving it with only one of the glowing knobs. The freak’s head began to rematerialize. Ziller and Munda both felt something neither had felt in a long time. They felt fear. ************************** Cube turned a corner, and saw Cavera, with two other men. “Hello, Octavius,” the black-clad man said, “how kind of you to join us.” A confused look passed over Cavera’s eyes. “Octavius?” “What have you done to her?” “First,” the surgeon smoothly ignored Cube, “some introductions. My name is Coleman Euacana, and this is Simon. You already know-” Furious, Cube sent a bolt of psychic energy at the Surgeon. He flinched, but it was mostly ineffectual. However, it did give Cube enough time to squeeze of a shot at Simon, which, unfortunately, missed. Cavera screamed. “I’m doing this for your own good!” Octavius instantly lashed out with another bolt of psychic energy, rendering her unconscious. He was vaguely aware of the Surgeon walking away as he did so. But he’d deal with him later. He whirled, and found himself face-to-face with Simon. A Desert Eagle was pressed against his forehead. “She’s mine, Cube.” Something began to take shape in the darkness behind Simon. “I’m going to kill you.” Cube sent out a psychic probe, and found a mental brick wall between him and Simon’s mind. “Who’s got the gun, Cube?” The shape behind Simon blinked its glowing jack-o’-lantern eyes. It grinned. Simon felt a hand on his shoulder. ************************** Silence. Ziller lay, unmoving, on the ground. Not far away, unconscious, lies Munda. The hulking creature treads with heavy footsteps, intent on finishing him off. “No..” The freak turns to face the voice. Bleeding, mutilated, missing a chunk of his torso, Ryan Jihn stands alone among the carnage. “I will... protect... this city...” In his hand lies a priceless device. A seventeen-percent bannite grenade, a gift from a traveler named Burton. You see, bannite and infractium are interesting elements. They have thousands of uses - explosives, gas weaponry, batteries, and much more, depending on how they are processed. But bannite is exceedingly unstable, and to stabilize it, it must be put in an alloy with infractium. The more bannite is in the alloy, the more potent it is. Nearly all ‘bannite’ weaponry was less than 10% bannite. The beast charges Ryan. The pin is pulled. ************************** White. Silent. Then red. Screams - no, sirens. An army of ambulances invades the warzone. Paramedics search for survivors. Octavius cradles an unconscious Cavera, slowly undoing the damage Simon has done. Rammite is rushed away to intensive care. Sion carries his master to the ambulance. Byron leans on his sledgehammer. Jay watches, alone. Alone in coming away unharmed. He has nobody and nothing to lose. ************************** Coleman Eaucana, the Surgeon, was not found. But his seemingly unstoppable creation was dead, at the cost of the life of an unsung hero. All that could be found of Simon was an arm, an eye, and a lot of blood. ************************** Cavera leaned her head on Octavius’s shoulder, doing her best not to cry. “It’ll be okay.” “But they didn’t find-” Cube hushed her. “I’ll protect you. I swear it.” “But-” “Do you trust me?” Cavera whispered yes, and snuggled even closer to him. “Good.”[/spoiler2] Also, expect a little post on the power levels of various SubSPUFers and what I was going for in them.

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Chapter 10 is about 30% done.

Support specialist level 3 GET

Pretty much.

It's so good the food you ate earlier tastes like vomit in your stomach in comparison amirite. Everything you need to know: Bad Guys: [spoiler2] Clot: The standard zombie guy. He'll grab you unless you're a berserker. Crawler: A creeping and jumping bug dude that crawls. Stalker: She's quick and turns invisible, but commandos can see them at close ranges. Bloat: Big fat dude that pukes acid. Husk: Big burned dude that shoots fireballs. Siren: Bondage sex slave that screams and hurts/disorients you. Scrake: Serious business chainsaw dudes with lodesofhealth that go into rages and charge you. Fleshpound: The second-baddest of bad dudes, fleshpounds have 50% damage resistance and can go into a rage (the glowy bits on them turn red) and charge (read: brutally rape and kill) you. Patriarch: A boss that spawns on the wave after the 'last' wave. He can cloak in order to heal, has a chaingun, a rocket launcher, and a wicked nasty melee. He's fast, too. [/spoiler2] Perks: [spoiler2] YOU DO NOT HAVE TO HAVE A PERK EQUIPPED TO LEVEL IT Field Medic: heals better, is faster, and has better armor. Uses SMGs that shoot healing darts and has healing grenades. Levels up by healing allies. Support specialist: uses shotguns. Higher levels can carry more stuff and grenades. Levels up by doing shotty damage and welding doors. Sharpshooter: uses pistols and some sniper weapons. Levels up by killing with headshots. Commando: uses assault rifles. Can see health and stalkers at certain distances. Levels up by dealing assault rifle damage and killing stalkers with assault rifles. Berserker: Uses melee weapons. Can't be grabbed, can't be puked on, and goes crazy fast. Levels up with melee damage. Firebug: uses fire weapons, levels up with fire damage. Demolitions: uses bombs, levels up with explosives damage.[/spoiler2]

50k more damage until support level 3. SO CLOSE YET SO FAR