OOC: Almost forgot to add something. You can post comments or whatever as much as you want. It's encouraged even. =P
This'll probably be the only Future Toy piece here, anyway. Unless I get another sudden spurt of inspiration. Which is not likely to happen with Spanish class. >_>
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
*hides behind her Large Toy plushie* D:
Very well written. That having been said....
*cries!*
Japancakes.
Art - Theme 005 - Seeking Solace
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*hides behind her Large Toy plushie* D:
Very well written. That having been said....
*cries!*
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If I do this too much it will become a habit, and I shall become boring and uncreative, thus helping Schizo bring about the end of the world. That having been said. . .
QFT.
This is giving me ideas...muahahaha... 
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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((Bad Toy! Don't make scary death robots!!!!!
But really, very nice story, a great read! Nice detail on the bots, I could really see them in my head!
I did, however, have a part I enjoyed particularly!
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...seeming to perform a slow motion interpretation of the dance that cowboys always wanted to make the other do
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Possibly the best explanation of any type of movement I have ever seen!
Absolutely top-notch horror story!
I also had a freak-out moment at the end when I *finally* figured out it was Toy Dispenser, maybe I'm a little behind the curve on that, but ... well... y'know.... mis-spent youth and all... *blush*
Anyway, the scene as it compares to my normal perception of Toy & the gang is about the same level of a disconnect as you might find (assuming, like me, you're using FF7 as a guide) between an the FMV sequences as compared to the rest of the game. Brutal, gritty and 'realisitic', vs. simple, and a little bit campy.
Two thumbs up on a masterpiece of horror writing!
OOC: Amusingly enough, I got the idea for this scene while my Creative Writing class was discussing sonnets. It built in my head and I had to write it and show it off. Also, as a side note, there is music that goes with this piece but I don't really know what the actual song is. It's just stuff that plays in my head when I read it. Think dramatic latin stuff sort of like the intro cinematic to World of Warcraft during the part with the dwarf except a bit more evil.
Anyway, enjoy!
BIC: A group of guards dash down a blue steel corridor, impatiently tugging along a mousy looking fellow in a white lab coat. The floor rings dully under their booted feet as the sounds of gunfire and the occasional explosion drift toward them from up ahead. Lining the corridor are tubes and wires of unknown purpose, looking fairly primitive, if well kept, in their placement.
Wh-where are you taking me? the professor stammered as he stumbled, almost losing his balance.
Somewhere safe, sir, said the leader, his glowing red goggles flashing and his rebreather making his voice sound hoarse as he reached over and pulled the professor back to his feet without breaking stride. After setting the civilian back upright and seeing that he is running, the commander regrips his matte black rifle with both hands.
Weve been issued an evacuation order, sir, the commander continued. The perimeter has been breached by an unknown assailant and command has deemed it best for you to be removed to a safer location.
But-but-but, the professor sputtered eyes wide behind his thick glasses. Ive never done anything! I havent hurt anyone! Why would someone be coming after me?
The commander shook his head as the group slowed slightly, coming up on a side passage from where the sounds of gunfire were loudest.
No one is coming after you, sir, the commander explained as his hands tightened on his gun. This is just a safety precaution. Now, if we could keep moving we should reach the vehicle bay in-
The commander was suddenly cut-off as a guard backed out of the passage ahead, his goggles knocked askew and rebreather gone, revealing a look of desperation and anger on the young mans face. His blue colored uniform, doubling as heavy ballistic armor, was stained with blood and what appeared to be char marks as he fired wildly back into the passage way, screaming bloody murder at something that neither the commander nor his men could see.
But that point became moot as a black armored fist suddenly shot out from in front of the guard and sent him flying into the opposite wall. The man hit with a sickening thump, sounding as if all the bones in his body were broken, as his gun skittered away across the floor and his face contorted in agony. But he didnt need be bear such pain for long, as the fist pulled back only to be replaced by two bluish-white beams of energy that blasted a hole in the guards chest, setting the uniform on fire and silencing his scream before it could even begin.
Defensive formation! the commander yelled, even as the body slumped to the ground and its killer stepped around the corner.
The attacker was massive, at least eight feet tall, and clearly a machine. Its heavyset, pure black body slowly stepped around the corner and stared at the guards, giving them a moment to stare back. The two almost gorilla like arms ended in thick fists, designed clearly for maximum damage against soft targets. One arm, the left, even carried an extra slab of plate, apparently made to serve as a shield. On the shoulders sat a pair of streamlined boxes, hatches flipped open to reveal the serried ranks of missiles that awaited launching. White smoke drifted upward from a pair of holes set on either side of the machines stomach, marking them as the weapons that had killed the young guard. And in the middle of all this weaponry and armor sat the head; an almost innocuous, semi-circular bulge that managed to glare with unspeakable malice even through the normally dispassionate view of its glowing eye strip. All this was taken in in the half a second before the commander shouted his order.
Open fire!
With a sound like the tearing of cloth multiplied a thousand fold, the ten men of the squad opened fire on the robot. Yellow tracer rounds burned through the air, leaving multi-colored after images that faded away in the next second. But despite this display of military might, the robot seemed untouched. The reason for this was revealed quickly, a slight shimmering of the metal under each bullet hit showed that it had a shield generator of some sort, rendering normal attacks useless. And the machine knew this as surely as the commander knew it, letting the guards shoot as much as they wanted while it slowly walked forward.
Switch to anti-armor! the commander shouted, reaching down to his belt and pulling out an attachment that could be easily slotted onto his gun, turning it into a heavy bolt launcher capable of penetrating two-inch steel plating and most likely the shield that the robot had.
The attacker seemed to realize this as well as it fired its guns, the twin beams snatching at a guard and dashing him against the wall, smoking and dead. It began running forward, fists held up and ready to smash, its intent telegraphed as clear as day. But enough time had been gained and the commander stared at the murderous machine down the scope of his weapon.
Fire at will!
Slower to fire but much more devastating, the robot jerked back as each round hit it, seeming to perform a slow motion interpretation of the dance that cowboys always wanted to make the other do. Two more white hot beams of energy lanced out, but they scored molten lines in the ceiling instead of finding a target. Things seemed to be looking up for the guards as one of the machines arms slumped, something important shot, until its reinforcements arrived.
The first hint the guards had of the newest attack was a flat crack and a thin beam of energy punching a hole through the forehead of the guard nearest the commander. The poor guy didnt even have time to notice he was dead, just slumping over and leaning against his commander as though he had suddenly fallen asleep. Rolling his shoulders, the commander got the dead man off of him and looked past the black robot, spotting the one who had fired so accurately.
Five glowing red eyes set in a cross pattern greeted the commanders gaze from behind the tripod of a long barreled sniper rifle. Knowing that it was revealed, the small, skeletal, dull grey robot folded up the rifle, which looked to also be its right arm, and stepped backwards, engaging some sort of cloaking device as it slowly faded from sight. Its eyes were the last to vanish and seemed to hold the commanders gaze commandingly.
Another one! shouted one of the guards as yet another robot, this one dark green, clanked around the corner of the passage.
This one was similar in design to the sniper, with the same sort of angular head and boney torso, but there ended all similarities. Below the waist were four, deceptively thin spider-like legs that looked clumsy but seemed to move the robot faster across the floor than the commander could track. Seeing that this target moved much faster than the big robot, still held immobilized by the oncoming fire, could ever be, some of the guards began hastily switching back to their standard machine gun mode, hoping the rapid fire capabilities would outweigh the loss of firepower.
But this was not to be, as the robot leveled its arms, which ended in gun barrels, and opened fire on the two guards that were switching their weapons. Two bolts of green-sheathed black energy shot out and slammed into the men, ruining their armor and knocking them off their feet. Several guards tried to retaliate, but the robot just lowered itself almost flush to the floor and avoided every single shot. After a second or two, it fired again, hitting the same two men in the exact same place. But this time they had no armor to protect them and they died, smoking craters burned into the exact center of their chests.
By now the guards were starting to panic and the emergence of two more robots only made the situation that much worse. These two seemed nearly identical, and would in fact be so if it wasnt for the way that they moved. Both of them were blue and almost as skeletal as the green and grey ones but with additional armor plating that hinted at the sturdiness of the black one. A pair of crackling green tesla coils stretched up into the air behind each elongated five eyed head. One arm ended in a three fingered claw that looked capable of tearing an arm off while the second ended in a weapon barrel that even now spoke, firing glowing white balls that burst on the guards, blinding and scorching them.
For an instant, the firing stopped, but that instant was all that was needed to kill them all.
Finally able to recover its balance, the black armored robot dug its feet into the floor and aimed its body at the group of guards. Then, smoke blasting backward, obscuring the rest of the corridor, its missiles launched, blowing into and through the ragtag formation, tossing guards left and right. After that, it was over quickly, the commander looking blearily around as his men were shot down like dogs. A quick, single shot through the head was all that was needed. The commander waited for his turn to die even as he reached for his rifle, lying so close and yet so far away. His burnt blackened hand had almost touched the smooth, undamaged stock of his gun when a red painted foot stomped on it. Hearing a whirring noise, the commander quickly followed the foot up to a double jointed leg, to a skeletal hip, and then a five eyed, angular face was thrust into his own. The robot seemed to look at him curiously, its head tilting back and forth before it lowered a pair of flexible metal tentacles downward, revealing the spinning razor blades at their ends.
The commander blinked and then it was over.
What are you!?! the professor sobbed as he tried to crawl away on his hands and knees from the carnage. What do you want with me!?!
A heavy weight crashed onto the mans back and pressed him to the floor. The cold, dead weight of a rifle was suddenly resting against the back of his head. On the floor, the professor could barely make out the reflection of a white face, a face that wasnt even remotely human, but shaped like one nonetheless.
Its just a job, a strangely pleasant voice said.
There was a sudden pain and the smell of charred flesh. It was the last thing the professor knew.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.