Fun fiction inspired (loosely or directly) by our own experiences in the games we love
My Titan’s boots strike the ground like the falls of a forge hammer, and arc energy begins to coalesce, sizzling into the air around him as he runs. He leaps recklessly into the air, shattering the roadway beneath him in the effort. For a moment sound seems to retreat from the area until he crashes knee first through the barricade in an explosion of force and Light. Wood, stone, metal, and poorly manufactured plasteel spray violently inward.
>STAND ASIDE, [redacted:profanity]!!!
Arc mines erupt, and a wave of flak cannon fire showers toward him. He is a corpse before he hits the ground.
::titan revival=63
He leaps again, even as my Light still stitches his existence back into reality, boosting to take cover among the building’s interior rafters. The raucous blasts of his shotgun shake dust off the rotting wooden beams.
::observation//rate of fire=excessive
::accuracy=39%(value=improvement)
>WHERE THE [redacted:profanity] IS MY BACKUP, GUYS!
The Hunter rolls in through a window on the second floor balcony, west side. Two quick shots rip from his hand cannon, and he drops a grenade behind himself before vaulting off the railing as it explodes.
::5 hostiles eliminated
>SHUT UP, I’M RIGHT HERE!
In midair, a bow of void energy materializes as his hand pulls it back, aimed toward a large cluster of Fallen at the center of the ground floor.
The Warlock sprints in from a lower west side entrance, propelling himself gently but swiftly into the air, with the dark glow of the void blooming in his hand.
>I GOT IT! I GOT IT!
The void arrow streaks down from the second level and grazes the Warlock on the arm, melting part of his sleeve into nothingness.
::receiving[[ghost//designation=NovemberDawnHurricane]]…lacerations;bleeding…determination=injuries minor
The Warlock, spun slightly by the hit, launches his nova bomb into an arriving detachment of Fallen reinforcements 0.2 meters away. They are all eviscerated.
::receiving[[ghost//designation=NovemberDawnHurricane]]…injuries fatal//warlock revival=51
My Titan is staggered by the blast and loses his footing. A beam buckles, and he begins to tumble from the rafters. Suddenly he begins to laugh, and arc lightning surges from his fists as he falls, spinning, toward the large group of Fallen struggling against the snaring tendrils of the Hunter’s void anchor. A Captain strains to look up and roars as he barely manages to fire a scattered shot upward. The rounds melt away as they hit the sheath of lightning forming around my Titan.
He collides with the Captain like a meteor.
Light and electricity tear through the air and across the ground where he lands, shattering the very atoms of the nearby Fallen into floating flakes of pure, white-hot energy.
::23 hostiles eliminated
The hunter’s hand cannon flashes at Vandals lunging in a vengeful frenzy toward my Titan.
::3 hostiles eliminated
The Warlock sweeps his sword in wild arcs around him. Severed limbs sail through the air.
::8 hostiles eliminated
>DID YOU SEE THAT DUNK?! I AM [redacted:profanity] LEGENDARY!!!
A line rifle round rips through the air from a building to the east, slicing right through my Titan’s helmet.
::titan revival=64
The Warlock glides up, thudding a few times against the underside of the balcony before clearing it to draw and aim his rifle through an eastern window, firing three times. He then makes a show of finishing off a few stragglers with overly dramatic movements.
::4 hostiles eliminated
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::[scanning…]//all hostiles eliminated
My Titan sucks his first breath into his lungs once again, then doubles over laughing. The Hunter applauds slowly.
::analysis// high probability of sarcasm
>So. What’s the report, Ghost? Did we get what we needed?
::initiate verbal response [set:emotion=exuberant]
:: >We sure did. Those Fallen didn’t stand a chance!
>We are pretty extraordinary, aren’t we?
::analysis// gross overestimation
::alternative//[searching…]
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:://extraordinarily okay