Wanker
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(based on the short story 'I have no mouth, and i must scream', by Harlan Ellison)
How did it come to this. The za clan was close to winning the war.... until that faithful day in September. One of the admins had gone rogue, angered that he was to be demoted over a trivial matter,in his state of insanity, he had killed two of the higher ups, had taken their id cards... and punched in the launch codes. Za's missles had hit their targets. From alpha pro to the site HQ, nothing had survived... not the admins, not the grunts, not even infants. In response, the other halo clans had launched their missles as well, taking their queue from za.. from hb to cnr, no clans survived to see the end.... The Admin responsible had survived, and so had a group of 6 spartans...... The Admin had captured them, and forces them to use plasma pistols as he hunts them with a sniper rifle and an arsenal off other weapons. This is their story of hell on halo:
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"I don't understand why he re spawns us" said one spartan, as she climbed on top of the rock to keep watch "After all, whats so great about killing us over and over."
Her fellow spartans nodded in agreement. One spartan began talking "We never die! We never age, we just keep spawning into different maps, with no way to defend ourselves, he has permanent overshield, we have half battery charge of a plasma pistol, that demented bastard"
The green spartan looked up " yeah, and when he goes off to eat in luxury, he either gives us nothing but disgusting shit or nothing at all. You guys remember what rotten food he gave us right"
The spartans all made a disgusted look on their faces, as THE Admin had dropped off delicious apples. "Bon appetite " he said with an evil grimace on his face. The Spartans made their way towards the apples. The first spartan there, picked up one of the apples. Looking at its radiant red flesh, the spartan takes a big bite of the apple, only to spit it out in disgust. "The bastard gave us worm apples!". He was right, the spartans cut open the apples revealing the precious fruit to be nothing but a worm infested colony. On a loud speaker the admin spoke up " Eat up, thats all you're getting for the week, oh dont mind the worms, just think of them as extra protein (he said with a chuckle)" The female spartan spoke up "Why are you torturing us like this?! What is your problem you bastard!" No response was given, the female spartan gave a look of defeat, dropped the apple, and sat down. "i wish we could just do ourselves in she said"... No one said a word but they knew what she was talking about, Suicide. One of which would bring a sweet sweet end to their tortures, one that would alllow them to find some sort of peace in the next world. The only result for suicde was a run through the gauntlet. Only the red spartan had done it, by the time he was done with it, he was utterly drained of blood, pale as a ghost, but still alive. He did not make further attempts to end his own life.
The area was going dark, to simulate the night sky, as the Admin moved the six spartans underground, to avoid them dying by the hands of the zombies, to keep the fun going ever longer. Sometimes the admin would transfer their bodies into that of an elite to provide some sort of challenge to himself. Only for the spartans to realize the futility of the endeavor. The admins other tortures had no boundaries, and ranged from "keep away from the plasma grenade... in a pit" to "slice and dice, here comes the energy sword".
"At dawn, the spartans were woken early, by the admins' loudspeaker. "Today, we're gonna play a game of golf".... "Golf" thought one of the spartans, he hadnt played golf in years, not since before the nuclear appocalypse. Suddenly, the spartans see that the Admin had arrived. He brought with him only one golf club. The female spartan said "I thought we were going to play golf, but you only brought one club". The admin gave a smirk on his face "One is all i need, and you are the balls" We realized that this meant he was using a gravity golf club, a golf club made with the abilities of a gravity hammer. The blue male spartan was the first to be hit, he soared farther than an eagle, faster than a flying bullet, all the way into the pit. "Hole in one!" exclaimed the ADmin. "Lets see how the rest of the day turns out". That is how the rest of the day was, him, that bastard, sent us flying all over the place, with that damn golf club of his. "Hmm i missed dinner, and its suppertime, well have fun scavenging for food, in this place i know you all have come to enjoy. My precious palace, my radiant heaven." The admin gave us the middle finger as he left.
We were all sore and beaten from the day, green spartan and i ,black spartan, had searched for something to lessen the pain of our wounds. We found nothing. The female Purple spartan, had tried to nurse red spartan up a bit, yet his wounds were more pyschological, as he knew that the Admin had killed his wife and two young children. "i'm tired of this" he exclamed, "i just want to see my family again..." Pfftt, purple spartan, that whore, i know she hasnt gotten any action in years, seeing as red spartan is simply complient, i bet to myself that she is just trying to screw him. Ah it seems that Grey and White spartan have returned "Found anything to eat i ask?" Grey spartan responds " No, we havent, seems like that bastard, The Admin, just wants us to suffer, to die, to be tormented for the rest of eternity" munch munch munch. "White spartan? what do you have there?" "nothing" white spartan responds. Then we realized that the greedy pig had cheated us out! He had gathered mushrooms and wasnt sharing!. That gluttonous pig! I saw green spartan tackle white spartan from behind, red spartan just stood there then looked away. Purple spartan, just csat there and cried. Grey spartan started to wrest the shrooms from white spartan, in an attempt to gain nutrients. I ran forward to see what it is..... Posion. I realizied these were posionous mushrooms, i dropped them knowing what sort of toxins they carried. I assumed the admin wouldn't let them, Green and white spartan die..... They did.
The Admin was furious (he couldnt revive them, as they had died by "suicide" he would not allow us to bury the bodies, he sent zombies in to punish us, the zombies had eaten every ounce of our flesh that they could before the admin intervened to keep us alive. This continued for about a month, until the admin had spoke " Now that there is only 4 of you, i've decided to play a game, its a very fun game, a game of fun, and adventure! A game of plague, one of pain. Each of you will go through the portal alone, you will not be alowed to leave until you have carried out its task, ranging from say.... tataking candy from a baby, to shooting an arrow into someone's knee. Now who is to go first? ANy volunteers?" None of raised our hands. Seeing as there were no volunteers, he decided to draw a name. It was the purple spartan "Do not be afraid, beautiful one" The admin said with evil gleaming from his eyes. " it is not so much a matter of choosing in this one, but... a word of warning... think about pain hahhahaha"
It was over 5 hours until she returned. The purple spartan was trembling, and with a tramatized look in her eyes, she simply walked away... sat down and cried her eyes out, for she was in the biggest pain of her life. I did not want to think what she had to go through. "Seeing as how the first volunteer successfully made it through" the admin said with utmost joy " we shall select our newest victim". Over the course of 12 hours, red spartan and grey spartan had gone through. Neither of them wished to talk about it, however from the looks of things, i knew oe had taken the role of an American POW in a Vietnamese prison camp, (He was wearing pow clothing) "Ah that is the beauty of things, this device allows someone to take on the role of another... in this case a pow. Grey spartan, you have given me some ideas for next months set of tortures. This pleases me. And since you, black spartan are my favorite, you shall not feel my wraith today. Am i swell or what?" And with that, he smiled and left.
I knew the others hated me, grey, red, and purple spartans, they had to go through tortures that i didnt, i was the favorite, and now they're against me! Those freakin bastards are out to get me! The other three simply sat by the fire (It was barricaded to stop us from setting ourselves on fire to prevent suicide) They talked amongst themselves. Probally about me, and their contempt for seeing me, as how i was spared. I knew one of them would try and kill me in my sleep, and i stayed awake the whole night, in case one of them did try. Nothing eventful happened that night.
We sat there, famished. We hadnt eaten in months, we were on the brink of madness. Until the loud speaker spoke up " If you wish for some meat, you can eat those" A banshee carrying a package, dropped its load near us. We ran over to see the contents of said package, and woe and behold it was the remains of our friends Green and White spartan, their flesh was rotting and the stench unbearable "arent you glad you hadnt buried them in some remote location" We couldnt fathom the thought of eating them, but over time, we agreed to nibble pieces and bits of the flesh, it was not so bad. It took 3 weeks, but we managed to scarf it all down...
Getting bored, the admin was playing with his knife, he hadnt thought of a good torture yet (A march through a crocodile swamp? no did that 309 times,,,, Pirahna attack? no did that 45 times until i realized it was too quick.... hmmmm howabout a mexican standoff!) The admin hadnt thought of that before, and had decided to equip each of us with a 20 cm blade. If we wanted food, only the winner was to be given food, the rest, were not to be respawned, until after he had eaten. As we were given a weapon, we were to stand in a rectangular pattern, about 30 paces from the other. With the blow of a whistle, the grey spartan had went crazy, he tackled red spartan, and stabbed him well over 50 times. My eyes over easy. I looked and saw purple spartan charge towards me in a fit of fury, slicing and slahing her knife at me sporadically. until i grabbed her knife harm, kicked out her leg, and slit her throat. I saw grey spartan rush towards me and yell "you're the last one left" he sounded like a maniac on crack,. He tripped and i stabbed him in the chest as hard as i could push in the blade. "Well done black spartan, you have done well... unfortunately you stepped outside the rectangular line, and have thus forfeited your supply of this delicious, mouth watering gourmet food. "That bastard" i thought to myself. "You asshole! you didnt specify that!" He laughed and responded "Too bad, i can do whatever i want" ... Now time to revive your friends (he had prepared this time, giving each of us a respawn point, which only work in cases of combat, not suicde" "Wait what the fuck?!" The Admin had forgotten to mod that feature in.... red, grey, and purple spartans were dead for sure. Seeing my chance, i charged the bastard with my knife with bloodlust, that bastard had tortured us for years, starved, beaten us. He was to pay... Only i had forgotten he was protected by an automatic turret that shot at us when we charged his bunker. I was hit in the arm by a tranquilzer dart, and had passed out...
I can remember my friends in my dream, the time wes spent in the bars, the clubs, the years we fought in the wars, all for naught, as our lives were ended that day when the world we knew was destroyed. ALl in part due to that bastard the admin!
I look around and get up "I'm alive!" i say to myself quite surpriesd. Why do i feel so heavy then? I look at my back, seeing a giant methane tank. I was an unggoy, or more commonly known as a grunt. " Ahh i see you're awake good. thats good, hope you like being a grunt, that respawns close to to me, oh and enjoy my favorite map " I look around and realize this is infinity. The scumbag had made me a grunt, just to kill me over and over again in infinity! "Hope you like the new ... arrangements i made" .... sure my friends had escaped this hell. They cheated him out of torture toys... however, i was left alone to stay with this bastard.... forever. The admin, had simply had his way |
