GM_Genetics_beta

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GM_Genetics_beta

Postby C S » Sat Jul 18, 2009 8:58 pm

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This is a short story based on gmod, the names mentioned here are alliases to people you know and cherish. These aliases are liable to change in real life on the whim of the respective person's conviction.

GM_Genetics_beta: The Arrival
We didnt ask for this...it just happened

In the skies high above a turmoltuous ocean, a large four propeller black panneled cargo plane cut through the air. The thunder storm raged, thunder boomed and lightning darted through the clouds like horses at the race track. The rain came down with unrelenting force. In the cargo bay, amongst large wooden crates strapped down, four figures sat on a bench that petruded from the walls. The bay was bathed in a dull red glow from a line of lights on the ceiling. One of the three, a combine prison guard said finally, breaking a long awkward silence (not counting the sound of the storm outside) "...pie" Another figure, a combine elite yelled through radio static "Shut up Formula" The prison guard, or "Formula" as reffered to by the elite replied through his own static "No you Mime!" Mime replied "Your face" through raido chatter. Formula shot back "Your mother!" The figure in between them yelled "Would you two kindly shut the f*ck up?!" He was a combine sniper. "..You suck Clown" Formula said after a breif pause from both him and Mime. "I though you were a HAPPY Mime, and Formula, wasnt your name Cardiac Arrest before?" A combine soldier asked, sitting to the right of Happy Mime. Formula, full name Formula 410 replied "..Go shock someone Electric...and then preach to them..when they're dead..." Electric Priest shook his head. "I lost my electric juice and my bible" Formula began to laugh, as if he was thinking "How unfortunate..I didnt have a hand in that in any way...har har har...book burned good" Mad Clown suddenly let out a gasp and then froze up. The three others looked at him, conscerned at first, but that quickly subsided. After a minute or so, Formula proposed "I have a marker..maybe we could draw a mouthstache on his helmet?" By that time, Mad Clown freed up and began to shake his body while he said "F*cking lag!!" over and over again. There was mechanical hum all of a sudden, and the back of the plane began to open, becoming a ramp shortly after. The howling of wind filled the cargo hold as air rushed out into the open atmosphere. A voice sounded over the intercom "Destination reached, unable to land. You have your objectives. Find the survivors and meet the helicopter by the shore in 24 hours for evac. Prepare for air drop." Mad Clown yelled, anger evident in his voice "We dont have f*cking parachutes!" The voice replied "About that..." before the bench split into four peicies and each flew out of the plane, parachutes delpoying from them. The cables holding the crates also gave way and they also flew out of the plane, dropping through the stormy sky and into the ocean below...

The Not So Happy Campers

The crates went with the rolling sea for an unknown amount of time, and when they crashed onto the sandy shores, the parachute-seats were already there, though one was upside down. The three air dropped figures, Happy Mime, Electric Priest and Mad Clown had gathered around Formula 410, who could be heard yelling something, but was muffled beyond understanding because of the radio chatter and sand. Mad Clown yelled with uneeded aggression "Why the f*ck are you a f*cking combine!? Why the F*CK are WE f*cking combine?! F*ck F*ck F*CK" Electric muttered to Mime "You think this server allows the tranq gun?" Clown bellowed "I heard that ya f*ck!" Mime, who was about to move away from the impending flame fest, looked to the shore and said "The crates are here!" Almost instantly, the other two forgot about what ever they were doing and ran over to the cargo. Formula's muffled screams became louder and frantic as the others left him upside down in the sand. Happy Mime picked up a rock and chucked it into a crate, breaking the wood, an SMG and some ammo revealed to be its contents. He picked it up and loaded the clips into it. Mad Clown also broke open a crate, by punching it..repeatedly. What he got was a shot gun and some shells, which made him curse even more, saying "Im a f*cking sniper-SNIPER" Priest groaned and said with dismay. "I got the physgun and toolgun...GREAT..oh ya..I also have a crowbar.." Mime said "Sucks...but it does compliment your talents as a techno terro-" Priest said in a low threatening tone "If you finish that sentence, you might just find a stick of dynamite in your bed when you go to sleep...and the fuse would be lit" All was silent except for the storm for a few minutes, excluding Clown who was ranting on about his shot gun. Formula's muffled yells was faint in the background. "You might wanna help 410 out.." Mime said to break the awkward silence. "He's more annoying when you cant understand what he's saying than when you can..." Electric remarked "That is debatable.." before pointing the phys gun at Formula's chair and firing the blue beam. The beam began to give off a bright white glow on impact with the chair and Priest plucked Formula's seat from the ground, only to have the prison guard fall out of it and back into the hole he came from. He then hauled himself onto the beach, dusted himself off and then yelled "Next time one of you falls face first into the ground and cant get out, Im leaving you" He made his way to the shore line, a wave crashing onto it and soaking him. "Great.." He said before another one rose up and slammed into him, this one having the last crate. When the spray of the ocean cleared, Formula had been knocked onto his back, the crate broken. Inside was a sniper rifle and some grenades. "Ow..." Formula grunted as he got to his feet. He picked up the rifle and stuck the clipped grenades onto his belt. Mad Clown stuttered a few times before yelling "Me-You, trade now!" and rushed over to Formula, dropping his shot gun and shells. Formula handed the rifle over and picked up the shot gun and ammo, saying with delight "Shotgun! Shot shot shot shot shot....GUN!" Suddenly, the calls of some one could be heard behind them just outside the line of trees that marked the begining of the jungle. "Finally, the rescue team!" the voice called out. The four turned towards the advancing person. He had the kleiner model. When he got close, Formula fired his shot gun, blowing the player off his feet. "Formula what the f*ck!" Mime yelled. "That was our objective dude! We had to protect the survivors of that accident here, remember?!" Formula said "Dude, he was obviously a minge bag, did you see how he was running after us like a maniac?!" Mime replied "Ya, he was looking for PROTECTION!!" Priest physgunned the player's corpse and dropped it into the ocean. "Too late now" he said. "The poor bast*rd got eaten by sharks and we never saw him, he came from the jungle, so other survivors might still be in there. What ever you do, keep Formula behind us before he blows every survivor away" And so, the four continued with their mission and headed into the jungle..

The Lost Ones

It was a long, silent trek through the jungle. There was the occasional bird chirping, but the sound loop was incredibly short and so the sound became repetative and annoying fast. No one was more effected other than Clown, who finally snapped and yelled "MY A*S IS PASTEY" Heads turned to the combine sniper, who was now jumping and twisting about , before running foward into a parctially bare tree. Formula raised his shot gun to Clown's back, but Mime muttered "Lets not forget the consquences of doing that, we already have that naval build incident on your wrap sheet, do you really want THIS too?" Formula mumbled "I killed that other guy, I dont think I give that much of a shi-" A new sound began to fill the dense forrest that the group of four were in, a heavy breathing, like something huffing in the under brush, hidden in the darkness. "F*ck..." Formula said. "I know this...some one is trying to force their When A Stanger Calls Rip off onto us, the only question is who!" Mime and Electric Priest looked at Formula, eye brows raised under their emotionless combine masks. Mad Clown yelled something incomprehendable, the phrase "Ill kick your a*ses" being the only coherant thing audible before he darted into the bushes, the sound of a struggle ensuing with leaves rustling, primal screeches and sniper rifle shots going off. Priest said "If people keep dying on this mission without proof of our stories, some sort of hell will fall on us..so I recommend the following.." He then drew the tool gun and fired at the floor, blue beams of electricity hitting the floor and moving out in a ripple, a black camera with a white film stock appearing. "Ill record this, but it wont look realistic if you guys dont do jack sh*t to help him" With that, Formula and Mime started off after Clown, when suddenly, a body flew through the air and into the clearing the four had been standing in before the events started to transpire. The green dromeosauroid body laid on the ground, bullet holes lodged in its sides and chest, the killing blow that knocked it through the air however, was a point blank shot to the head. Clown appeared from the brush again and yelled "yea! Thats how we do it b*tches!" and ensued to T-bag the body. Mime remarked "Dear god, have you no shame clown!?" Formula said, looking away from Clown "Hey, if the guy wants to rub his nuts on a dinosaur let him do s- Holy f*cking sh*t its a dinosaur!"
"Jesus chriiiiiist!" Mime suddenly broke into song. Priest joined in "What the fuuuuuuck?!" All three of them sang "Holy f*cking sh*t, F*cking dinosaurs, Jesus Christ! What the fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!?" Clown was still T-bagging the corpse. Priest spawned a PHX 2 by 2 plate and drew his physgun, positioning the plate so that the flat side faced Clown, and then he pushed it foward, knocking him off of the raptor. He then deleted the plate and picked up the body with the gun, freezing it in place above the clearing. "It has the deionycous model" Electric said, having opened his spawn menu and was looking at the creatures in his dinosaur pack. The corpse was greem with black stripes and a mottled brown underbelly. Formula said "Dude, can I borrow your crow bar?" Priest looked at him and asked "What are you gonna do?" Formula said "Watch!" Hesitantly, Electric handed the crow bar over to the unpredictable player, who then walked over to the raptor and jumped, whacking it with the crow bar, as if it was a pinata. Suddenly there was a deafening roar, and the sound of someone screaming nearby could be heard. An instant later, some one with an Alyx model ran into view, a yellow scaled Tyrannosaur with rust read stripes reared its head miliseconds later and slammed its head into her back, sending her flying straight into a tree and killing her. "God dammit!" Formula yelled. "The only chick we see on the island and she's DEAD" Priest yelled "This is f*cking gold! If we dont complete the mission, we could sell this sh*t and become like...instant millionairs!" as he recorded the scene, the T-rex turning from the dead Alyx after investigating her to Formula, who raised his shotgun defensively, before turning tail and darting off past Mime, Priest and Clown into the under brush, screaming and probably wetting his pants

A Sick Twisted Game

Formula ran frantically through the junlge, fast coming to an edge of a cliff, but he didnt care and ran off the edge, falling feet first into a pit. He landed with a thud, and, still hopped up on adrenilene ensued to run about the pit repeatedly before tripping on what seemed like a rock that poke up through the ground and falling onto the ground, face to face with a skull with flesh still decaying on it. "Oh sweet mother of pearl- I think I got my uniform dirty..." Getting back to his feet and kneeling over to dust off his boots, he noticed that there were a lot more skulls in the pit, some old, dry and bare, others still having blood and flesh hanging from the extremities. Looking over at what he tripped over, he noticed it looked like a human femur parctially buried in the dirt. "Holy hell..." He muttered as he backed up against the wall of the pit. "Some one has one sick a*s hobby!" Suddenly, a fleshy arm with chunks ripped from it fell over Formula's shoulder, he quickly darting foward and jumping onto the wall he was facing, skin crawling. "What the flaming f*ck is going on on this f*cking island!?" Looking back at where the arm was, he saw the upper torso of some unfortunate soul parctially embedded in the dirt wall, mostly skinned and, what looked like teeth marks on the bones up until the right arm. As horrifying as it looked, Formula couldnt help but notice that the body made a nice foothold in the wall that he could have used to thrust himself out of the hole. "meh, Im going to hell regardless...oh wait..Im athiest...I dont believe in that crap...I gotta stop reading Priest's bible when Im bored, its getting to me" and ran foward, jumping onto the body's shoulder and quickly kicking off, grabbing onto the edge of the hole, grunting "Survival of the fittest, and survival stood you up my friend!" Hauling himself out of the hole, Forumla took heavy breaths, and after a few moments of regaining his composure, he said "I only knew ye for a few minutes, but I will never forget you...dead guy and or gal, or atleast I'll try to, I cant really help it if I start repressing the images I've seen after I get off this rock..." Looking to his side, Formula noticed his Shotgun, which he must've dropped when he fell into the pit. There were faint screams could be heard from behind him, fast approaching. Grabbing his gun, Formula got to his feet and turned to face the jungle that he came from, taking a deep breath and then muttering in a bold voice. "F*ck it all, if life wants to throw a T-rex at me, then hand it to Babe Ruth and let him throw at me with a curb ball!...wait...what the F*CK am I saying?!" Before he could dive out of the way however, his three comrades, Happy Mime leading the high speed train, slammed into him and sent him falling back into the pit, the others piling on top of him as the massive T-rex soared over head, tail dissapearing, and the furious tremors from the beast's foot falls receded, as if it suddenly couldnt care less about those it gave chase to...

Hackers Aint Friendly

"Mime...get off of me...." Formula said, voice muffled. "Theres a femur poking into my back...its painful..."
"Hurry the hell up Clown!" Electric yelled as Mad Clown tried to balance on his back, attempting to grab onto the edge of the pit and become a human ladder. Clown yelled "Dammit Preist its not my fault your back offers the same support as QUICK SAND" Mime yelled "Would bith of you shut hell up, and Clown whats so hard about grabbing onto the f*cking edge of a hole!?!" Clown yelled "If its so easy YOU do it" Mime screamed "I CANT YOU JACKASS" Formula yelled "HOME, HOME ON THE RANGE, WHERE A FEMUR POKES INTO YOUR BACK, LACK OF OXYGEN MAKES THINGS GO BLACK, AND THE GRAVY TRAIN HAS LEFT YOU BEHIND.." Finally, Clown hopped up and off of Preist's back, grabbing onto the edge of the hole. Priest followed suit, shimmying up Clown, the Mime, who had to make his especially brief because he was stepping on Formula's stomach, and lastly Formula himself. When all were out of the pit, and after a breif silence, Clown yelled "Formula you jack*ss! You were going to let us die!" Formula said "Yes....yes I was...but your not dead, so I guess every one wins?" Clown said in a quivering ominous voice "Shuuun! Shuuuuuuun!" Preist said in an urgent shushed tone "Damn it, shut up! You want to bring another dinosaur after us?!" Not wanting to dive back into the pit, both Formula and Clown fell quiet. "Knowing the NPC code of Gmod, that T-rex shouldn't have kept running like that, it should have stayed up there ready to kill us as soon as we got back up. And,it just left us here in this pit..like it KNEW we were going to fall in..there hasnt been a code yet for Gmod that allows that kind of planning for NPC's out side of campaign Half Life 2 maps, and those are for the default NPC's. There would be no way some one could make a code that accomplishes that with dinosaurs!" Mime said "So...either someone with mastery of Half Life 2's coding managed to make a wide range AI for the NPC's-" Priest said quickly "Or they're following commands.." Formula shook his head. "Recap on the mission objectives?" Mime said "When we joined the server, there were words that appeared, Welcome to GM_Genetics_Beta..we were on that plane, bound to our seats..we couldnt move, we werent facing a window...just crates..." Electric said "Which lead to that whole ordeal about..I dont even remember..." Formula said "Well, I got bored so I said pie, but SOME one had a stick up the a*s for being stuck in the plane..." Mime stared long and hard at Formula, a glare under his helmet, but then said "Before that, the objectives Something went wrong on this island where a few beta testers sent out a distress becon. You have to find each one of them, get them to the coast and wait for the helicopter to evacuate them, then find out what went wrong" Formula muttered "We know what the hell went wrong, f*cking dinosaurs.." Electric said "Well we still need to find out how the hell they got on this server and rescue the remaining survivors" Clown said suddenly, obviously shaken. "You guys looked at the map list? Every other server is down...and the tags for this one is "GM_Survival, Gravity, Build and..Death" Formula said "Ok, how the F*CK did we miss THAT!?" Mime, also shaken said "I cant disconnect" Clown said "...Neither can I" Priest said "F*CK! Its an IUA virus...it happened to me once when a minge bag joined a build server.." The pattering sound of helicopter blades cutting through the air resonated about the area. Clown yelled "What the hell?! They said 24 hours!" Formula replied "Gmod hours?" Mime said "Gmod doesnt have hours" Formula said "Sh*t! I cant stay here all day!" A combine helicopter soared over head, landing in the clearing that the four player came from. More pattering sounded as five more choppers approached the site, hovering over it ominously. "Um.... why are they just sitting there?" Mime asked. Formula muttered '...They expect us to worship them as gods...kiss my a*s establishment!" He then turned around and was about to drop his pants when Priest hit him over the head with the crow bar. "OW" Formula yelled, luckilly, his helmet protected him from serious injury. Combine radio chatter could be heard, eminating from all around the group. After several tense moments, a Combine APC pulled up from the path the four came from. The turret on top pointed at each of the players. Suddenly, metro police poured in around the group, pulse rifles aimed at them. An unarmed combine elite got out of the APC, standing infront of the group, Formula forced behind the group instinctually. "You are not allowed here" the elite said. "State your purpose or be killed" Electric Priest explained "Beta testers sent out a distress becon from this island, we are here to rescue them and find out what went wrong..who are you guys?" The elite abruptly said "None of your business. They are no beta testers here. Nothing went wrong. We are here from the government. We will escort you to your departure aperatus." Formula yelled "There are bones and a dead guy embedded in the wall down there, what the f*ck is with that?!" The elite kept quiet for several moments, before saying. "Terminate" The metro police suddenly became rigid in stature and started to pull the trigger on their guns. Formula quickly spun to his left and opened fire, striking many police down. Mad Clown shot the elite in the shin, it falling over and letting out a scream laiden with radiochatter, before firing into the metro police to his right. Formula began blasting away at nearby metro police with his shot gun, while Electric priest quickly spawned large PHX plates, freezing them in place around the group, blocking the aggressors for the moment. The group poured into the APC and reversed back into the jungle, Electric deleting the plates when they were far away enough...

Leading Up To The End

The group had been driving for a while. The sounds of combine alarms were echoing through out hte island. By now, it was clear this place was some sort of combine stronghold. The combine have been known to cybernetically enhance humans into their soldiers' ranks by a painful surgical operation. Happy Mime proposed that the only reason why they would occupy an island was to do genetric research of some kind. The only question was..what? Combine forces who seized Earth's cities set up bases called a Nexus with in the citadels. There, Combine Civil Protections were made and deployed. As well as that, they also experimented on who ever was unlucky enough to be held prisoner. If they were able to do potentially dangerous tests in a city, whats the purpose of holding an island in your posession? What was so important that they were about to kill four unsuspecting players thrown into this over whelming enviroment?

The APC made it out of the jungle, grass land now visable. It seemed to be an endless expanse of green in all directions, excluding the one they came from. A thick light gray mist hung low over the ground. It was tense driving, and every one, even Mad Clown who would be ranting about the silence right about now kept quiet. In the distance, the silouettes of mountains began to take shape. There were noises in the distance. Squealing. A few orange blurs darted by the APC. "What the-" Fomula began just as yet another figure darted by. "Gallimimus" Electric Priest said. "Ya" Mime said, looking out of the window of the APC. "They cant hurt us.." Several clusters of the animals frantically raced off from where the APC was heading. The vehicle came to a halt, sliding over the moist grassy ground for a few feet. "We all saw Jurassic Park atleast once-" Priest began to say as impact tremors began to reverberate through out the APC's light metal frame. "F*ck" Formula muttered. Mime, who was at the wheel quickly slammed on the gas and spun the car about as the tremors got more intense. Every second that passed felt like what ever was chasing the group was coming closer. "F*cking T-rex!!" Clown yelled, reaching up for the turret that was just above him. "Spin the APC around!" He barked at Mime, who responded "...I dont think so!"
"Do it!"
"NO!"
"Dammit do it!"
"Noooooo!"
"Peice of-!" Mad clown said, interupted by Formula.
"SHIIIIIIT" Formula yelled as he saw what was chasing them. It wasnt a T-rex. It wasnt a Dinosaur for that matter. It was a robot, atleast 25 feet tall, inversed legs so the knee pointed backwards, three metallic talons, two pointing fowards on either side and the last one pointing back. A box like frame supported on top, turrets sticking out of domes on either side of the mecha trained on the fleeing APC. There was a blue pane of glass at the front of the chrome colored metalic box, the combine insignia under it in black paint. The legs had a darker gray finish and the talons had black tipped paint job. "I didnt know the combine had THAT" Clown said in disbelief. Electric replied simply "They dont!-er, they arent supposed to! Ugh it doesnt make any sense!"
"Why the hell aren't they shooting at us?" Mime said, seeing the mecha behind him via mirriors. "The guns are pointed at us just for fun!?" Electric said "I dont think those are bullet turrets...I think...they are combine mortars!" Mime yelled "F*cking Jesus!" Before throwing his weight to the left, the car swerving in that direction, the mecha's leg soaring over head as the APC went right under it. The Mortar fired just where the APC's last recorded position was, which unfortunately, was right under it. In a bright flash of white and green light, the turrets blasted the ground under the mechas, the explosions mangling the mecha's legs and sending it toppling to the ground, smoke rising from its form.
"Lawl" Formula said. "F*cking failure" before having a nice laugh. While the APC sped off where it was originally headed, no one knew they were heading towards a strange broken down combine facillity at the base of the mountains, none, except a few guards standing at the balcony of a combine tower, over watching the plains and sending a sigting report to main combine hive..

The Skeletons In The Closet

"Whats going on here..?" Priest said as the APC pulled up to the ghostly structure shrouded in mist. Various plant life over grew the structure. It's rusted retangular frame was topped by a parctially shattered glass dome. A low roar eminated from a creature in the distance, followed by shrieks from what could only be described as bird like in nature. "Lazy a*s house keeping, thats what" Formula replied. "I say we check it out" Mime said. "Ussually these decrepid ruins hold some infromation of some sort, we might get some answers..."
The four got out of the vehicle and jogged up to the building's entrance, Forumla charging foward to the rusted shut door. He shoulder bashed it, letting out a radio chatter laiden cry as he fell back, gripping his shoulder. "Ow! That f*cking hurt!" He said, rubbing his shoulder. "No sh*t" Mime said as he side stepped Formula's form and tapped on the entrance, a soft clank sounding off from it. "Its not hollow, thats for sure" He said. Priest walked up to the door, tool gun in hand. He shot the door and then the ground, from the blue bolts of electricity laid a newly formed rope of white energy. It then contracted, a low metalic groan eminating from the strained hinges, before the door flew open with a tremor. Formula got up and said "I think the building just passed gas.." Priest undid the winch and walked into the structure, mumbling "Much like your head when you speak..." Formula started after him, saying "Im, not dumb, I just make the stupidest of things"
Not too long after entering the building, the four stumbled upon wired moniters welded to the walls, vines hanging off of the botom of them. The entire building was-not suprisingly- devoid of functioning lights. In green coloring, the screens looped endless IUA codes. One specific line caught Madclown's eye; "Command Disconnect equals nill.. we now know whats keeping us here.." Priest pointed his tool gun about, Dynamite tool at the ready. "Demolition work isnt my forte.." He said, Formula replying "But it damn is mine!" Priest drew his crow bar quickly and swiped it at Formula's hand, he trying to take the tool gun "The day I let you have this gun is the day I find my pot of gold" Priest vowed. "...What?" Formula asked- the entire squabble ending when Clown said "Even if we destroy this place, we wont be able to leave...the code is embedded into the server its self.."
A loud bang echoed through out the structure before it began to tremble, the floor its self beginning to part. Clumps of plant matter began to rain down as a platform began to rise from the rift in the building, the quartet of heros watching on confused and powerless over the twist of fate...

Revelation

The platform stopped moving as a thud sounded, folowed bya hiss of air. Standing on the platform was a hunched over man in a tar black combine biosuit, its helmet boasting two blood red eyes instead of the green that Combine prison guards had. The man also had a black trench coat on, though the front part was undone, so it was more of a cape. "Typical" Formula muttered to Mad Clown, he then clenched his fist and sent it into Formula's leg. Formula let out a sharp gasp and muttered "There goes my thigh..."
"Welcome" An electronic voice said as the combine stood up. "Welcome to my island..my home. I am afriad..this is where the game ends"
"Damn!" Electric said. "I just lost the game..thanks a lot.."
The combine froze up. Suddenly, violent twitches and spasms in his neck ensued, accompanied by incoherant electronic babble. "That joke....does not ammuse me" The combine said, his electronic voice become a low waver. Formula said, wanting to get in his own joke "You know what ammuses me? Your face! And when I see your mother I get overcome by sorrow!" Clown fisted his hand again and sent it into Formula's other leg, he letting out another grunt of pain. "Thats my other thigh!"
The combine said in a monotonous voice, trying to ignore what just happened. "You are...all naive to the situation you are in..."
'More like, making fun of a randomer that calls this sh*t hole a home" Mime said. "Really are we supposed to be afraid of you?"
The combine put a hand on his mask and then wrenched it off of his face, everyone else gasping as they saw who he really was. "Your that Kliener Formula killed!" Mime yelled, pointing at the man.
"Hahaha!" The man said. "My name Is Von Brack! Genius of Gmod that Garry Newman fears!"
Electric scratched his helmeted head. "... ya lost me"
Brack ranted "I emailed Garry Newman about this great new AI for NPC's that made them actually THINK rather than rely on default instances that prior coding offered!"
Clown said "You created these dinosaurs!?"
Brack let out another laugh and said "Yes I did! Not only that, I was able to modify the admin rag doll command! Every person that came here before you were changed into Metro police models and then turned into lowly NPC's to work in my private army, they too cant disconnect!!"
"Why!?" Formula exclaimed.
"Because Metro police was the first thing the coding worked on, alas, because of time issues, they all work on the obsolete AI that Newman put into Gmod..the fool..they were recently retrofitted with my genius"
"No, why the f*ck did you put an IUA virus on your server and then made every one who joined NPC's!?"
"Newman dismissed the reformed AI I created, said it would cause compatibillity issues because I strayed to far away from the source engine his damned game works on, but I proved him wrong! For weeks now Ive been gathering players and making them work for me- testing..progressing. If these players ever want control again, Newman HAS to give into my demand: USE MY AI CODE!" Brack said, before laughing once more.
"...wow....just...wow...I feel like Im watching one of those old super hero shows, dude, have even HEARD a word you just said? You hijacked people playing the game just to force Gmod's creator to acknowledge you?" Electric said
Brack said "...Pretty much, when you put it like that, it sounds pretty damned pathetic, dont you think?!" Before laughing maniacally. By now, Mad Clown swung his rifle around into his arms and aimed it at Von Brack's head, pulling the trigger after. A loud bang filled the room and Brack fell over after. "And to think we wanted to rescue you...b*tch" Clown said. "wahey, I think you got him" Priest said. Suddenly, Brack's body sprung back onto its feet. "Suprise! I have god mode on!" He exclaimed. Suddenly, the roof of the facillity was blown apart as combine mortars rained down on the building, metalic groans eminating as the building began to fall apart. The four looked up,not suprised to see that the attackers were none other than the combine, who, surpisingly weren't attacking them, but the one who ensalved them. "You idiots!" Brack yelled as a mortar struck near his platform, knocking him off his feet and sent him sliding off the small metal surface. Just as he fell of, one hand clung onto the edge of the platform. From above, a combine over an intercom said "Get out of the building, there is a chopper waiting for you!" A wave of relief washed over the group, and they turned tail back to the entrance. "Wait!" Brack yelled. Mime's head turned to look at him, the insane man trying to pull himself back onto the platform, but the barrage of mortars kept making him fall back down. "You guys go..Ill take care of this jackass" He said, running back to the platform. The others continued running, not really wanting to put their own lives on the line just because Mime just wanted to stay. The facillity was just about to collapse. Mime stared down at Van Brack, who had a disgruntled look on his face. His other arm swung up as if it was going to punch Mime, but then the fist opened, a jump drive in hand. "I want my work and my story known around gmod dammit! Even if I fall, even if this damn place falls with me - I wont die!" Mime took the drive and said "So this has the story of this island from start to- what I assume to be- the finish?" Brack said "yes.." Mime then said. "Thanks for the souvineir, before stomping onto Von Brack's hand, he letting out a long scream. Mime then scraped his hand off of the platform, watching him plummet into the darkness, his lasts words to Mime being "Ill be still alive! I garuntee you, B*TCH" Mime simply replied "And Ill still be happy" before turning away from the platform, jogging out of the building as metal from the ceiling rained down from above.

Mime jumped through the door of the old building, landing on grass before rolling onto his back, watching as the parts of the building seperated by the rift fell in on them selves, disappearing from the landscape soon after, a slit in the ground was all that was left. Dangling next to Mime was a rope ladder, the other three in the chopper at the other end...

Some time later, the chopper was over calm seas, fying off from the island. The group was huddled around a computer, sifting through the files about the project "GM_Genetics_beta". Where small groups of people were lured into the server, hit with an IUA virus (which strangely, by now the virus was nonexistant in the server's auto run) and turned into an NPC, in which Van Brack applied his "super" AI. During this time, the player's steam account would be frozen. All failed attemps were terminated and thrown into the jungle, where the successful NPC's that were created before hand would chase into a predetermined loaction to die. It was a sick operation.

Deep in the rift on the island, crushed under tons of rusted metal laid Brack, mumbling repeatedly "Hp me 9000...godmode was a lie..the god mode was a lie.." as his health slowly dwindled from 9000 (it was 8500 after Clown's head shot) to one, and finally zero, in which it was all over after...
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Re: GM_Genetics_beta

Postby Iceking » Sun Jul 19, 2009 8:58 pm

I like how you've made the story start off. I'm especially curious as to what caused the survivors to get stranded on the island on the first place.
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Postby TyrannoTitan » Sun Aug 02, 2009 6:03 am

Very...strange, CS.

Latest chapter was all-around funny, excluding the overused "Wtf dinosaur" meme. Interested in seeing what is truly going on on the island...
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Postby Giratina93 » Sun Aug 02, 2009 6:09 am

A very good, and strange, story. Nice work CS
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Postby C S » Sun Aug 02, 2009 6:58 am

Thanks TT and Gira, new chappie up
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Postby TyrannoTitan » Mon Aug 03, 2009 7:46 pm

Creepy, creating more unanswered questions, making me more interested in what the f*ck is going on. Still had some funny parts though, which were more creative jokes, and I applaud that.
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Postby Giratina93 » Mon Aug 03, 2009 7:50 pm

Still funny, but so many new questions...

Keep up the great work, CS!
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Postby C S » Mon Aug 03, 2009 9:05 pm

Thanks for the comment, new chapter up
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Postby TyrannoTitan » Thu Sep 03, 2009 6:34 pm

Nice new chapter...s. Getting funnier, even with the up in the action. Good job =D
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Postby C S » Sun Sep 06, 2009 12:36 am

And the last chapter is born!!!
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