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Post by Haloninjaman808 on Oct 29, 2011 15:24:44 GMT -5
Nick was the last to arrive at the room, with a heavy sigh escaping his mouth. He hoped that maybe this hunt would be less relenting, and he would escape with his life once again. Sure, he was a vampire, but he was not invincible. Patting himself down, he realized that his blood flask was still at home, chilled in his refrigerator. That surely added some complications to this. He then raised his head. Gantz had the decency to bring in a few more new hunters. It was nice seeing Jillian, at least her life wasn't claimed yet in this horrid game. Along side her was the wasted looking Mainard, the sickly frail Samson, and an emotionally distant girl, Elena. It was just the 5 of them, and to Nick, it felt like a fresh start, but it was bittersweet, for his brother and his friends no longer were with them. He suddenly wanted to say something, but then the classic Gantz music started, and joining it was the classic, taunting message. yOUR liveZ h@v3 en&3D. HoW u l!v3 YOUR n3w liVeZ is ENTIRELY uP 2 M3.The alien of the hunt appeared, and the ball opened with a click with its usual arsenal. Name: Cleavis and Nuthead Alien
Characteristics: Stupid/Stupid.
Likes: Fire/Boobs
Dislikes: Pushups/Small Boobs
Quote: “Huhuh, uh hey Cleavis,”/”Heh, yeah?”/”Uh, you look like a butt.”Nick blankly stared at the screen. His friends were gone, but the hunt goes on. Nick:Suit w/ controller, X-Gun, H-Gun Current Available Equipment Left: 2 Monobikes, 12 X-Rifles, 6 X-Guns, 6 Y-Guns, 4 Gantz Swords, 6 Controllers
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Post by UlrichAcheronNacht on Oct 30, 2011 11:59:43 GMT -5
Mainard's body was transferred into the Gantz room, clutching his bloody bayonet with a very strong grip. He was on his hands and knees, smashing his left fist into the floorboards repeatedly. After a half-dozen punches, he felt blood beginning to trickle from both his knuckles and palms. I let her down... Fuck me. Fuck me hard. I just need to get the Hell out of this goddamned place, then hunt those bastards down. After all, I only got knocked out.
The young man staggered to his feet, when the black ball began to play music. He wiped the bayonet on his jeans before sliding it back into its sheathe. He read the writing on the screen, then turned to the guy in a black suit; he was holding some sort of large equipment and might be able to provide an explanation. "You there, suit guy. Care to explain what's going on?" Mainard gestured to the vampire, indicating that was whom he meant.
Suddenly, the ball displayed its contents; an array of what looked like rifles of some sort. The author stepped around the ball to examine its contents, in the vain hope that it would help explain what was going on.
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Post by ashleysherrinjones on Oct 30, 2011 17:41:37 GMT -5
Franky's eyes shot wide open, her head was rushing. She stood in a room full of strangers; she felt disoriented and her legs buckled making her fall to her knees. She tried to get up and regain her balance, but failed, she landed on her ass. Kicking against the floor to push herself away from the group till she hit a corner wall "What the fuck is going on, who are you people, what do you want, why in God's name am I alive?" Franky shouted, as she did so tears ran down her face. As she wept she hugged her legs rocking back and forth.
Why was this happening? Couldn't she even kill herself properly?
Music sounded from somewhere in the room, there was some big round thing displaying something she couldn't make out through her tears.
Franky looked up at the other's, rubbed the tears out of her eyes with the back of her hand and asked pleadingly "Help me, please. What's going on?"
Inventory: Nothing
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Post by queenofblades on Oct 31, 2011 8:48:39 GMT -5
Once more the black sphere had brought Jillian back to the place she hated. "Welcome back to hell." Jillian sighed. She had on her suit on as always but she wasn't really up to fighting. It wasn't like she had much of a choice. Either fight or die. Jillian didn't even look up when the usual music started. After the song ended she looked up to see the alien that had to die now. Clearly this one was much more......brute than brains but was it going to be only one of them or was it going to be a hundred? Jillian didn't care. She just wanted to live so that she could finally get out of this place.
She saw the two newcomers and was a little surprised. "Must not have been a lot of deaths in Hawaii lately. That or the black ball here is getting lazy." Jillian sighed and looked at Nick. She could tell that he wasn't going to explain how things work. Jillian didn't want to because she was still dealing with the loss of her friends and still getting over the slaughter that took place on the last mission. Even though she had her own problems she couldn't just let the new people go into battle without knowing what to do.
Once more Jillian sighed and stood up. She spoke with dull manner that implied that she really doesn't care. "Look your still alive...kind of, you have to kill that alien creature the weapons have a lag time, use both triggers to fire and wear the suits or die. There. You have the choice to either listen or not." Jillian walked over to the weapons and picked up a X-Rifle. Then she picked up a X-Gun and put it in her purse in case she needed it.
Inventory: X-Rifle(in hand) X-Gun(in purse) Suit controller
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Post by ashleysherrinjones on Oct 31, 2011 12:27:07 GMT -5
"Look your still alive...kind of, you have to kill that alien creature the weapons have a lag time, use both triggers to fire and wear the suits or die. There. You have the choice to either listen or not."
Listening to the women sobered Franky "What do you mean I'm kind of alive? I put a bullet into my head." Franky was now standing and she was trembling "What suits? What is this?" Franky gasped as she saw a box with her name on it from a shelf that sprung open from the ball.
The women who had just explained things to her in some minor detail pulled a gun shaped thing out of from the ball. Franky realised that the sullen looking women and man are wearing the same outfit and picking up the gun like things Was that this the suit she was referring to?
Whatever was going on had to be some cruel twisted trick of her mother and fathers, she would play along for now till she got the answers she needed.
Franky edged closer to the black object, whilst keeping an eye on the others, she would play along but she wasn't fucking stupid. They didn't seem to care for her, lost in their own thoughts. Franky pulled a small gun from the rack (X-Gun) and opened the box with her name on. She again gasped at the sight of the black latex looking suit as it looked the same as the man and women’s. Remembering the women’s earlier words ...wear the suit or die. She had died once tonight so she thought; she wasn't ready to die twice so she heeded the women’s warning. "I'm going to change into this, is there anywhere I could get some privacy please?" Franky tried to regain some composure with what she said, but even to her it sounded weak and piss poor. Especially combined with how she looked, with her red eyes, tear stained make-up, and crumpled clothes, she had never looked more like a lost little girl and felt just like one to.
Inventory: X-Gun left hand, Suit draped over right arm
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Post by UlrichAcheronNacht on Oct 31, 2011 15:18:56 GMT -5
Reluctantly, Mainard reached into the ball and pulled out a case. On it, was his pen name 'Ulrich'. ... The Hell is this thing? How the fuck does it know this about me? He opened it and saw a suit, fitted for his lanky form. He lifted it upwards and observed the thing - it looked like it was going to be skin-tight. Under where the suit was, he saw a controller... Christ... I hope it doesn't mash my balls together. He tossed the suit back into the case, then shut it. He lifted his left hand up to lick the blood gathering on his knuckles and palm.
Lifting the case with his now-cleansed left hand, Mainard grasped one of the X-Rifles with his right. I have to kill these things, then? With this? I'll kill all the fucks until I can get to her. Nothing will get in my way. Absolutely nothing. "What do these things shoot?" He asked the informative woman. He ignored her previous remark about 'still' being alive. He never died. Just was knocked out, is all. He was going to allow the other woman to change before he did. Ladies first, and all.
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Post by Haloninjaman808 on Oct 31, 2011 23:01:51 GMT -5
"The guns shoot a form of energy that makes things go boom" Nick nonchalantly replied to Mainard's hysterical comments. The disheveled man looked somewhat mad, and that was the kind of personality type he was worried about, the ones that would cause themselves to lose their own lives, or worse, that of other innocent people's.
Toward the emotonally shattered suicide girl, he simply responded with "Ah, and I see that you want to live again. Great.....The bathroom is on the door right next you." His voice was thick with sarcasm. However, he needed to make sure these people here would be well accounted for. It was better to have people who could defend themselves rather than half-assed decoys that would cling to you and slow you down.
Nick turned his attention to the older man, but said nothing to him. He was pissed that he didn't have the speed to lap up any of Mainard's blood while he still could have.
Nick:Suit w/ controller, X-Gun, H-Gun
Current Available Equipment Left: 2 Monobikes, 10 X-Rifles, 5 X-Guns, 6 Y-Guns, 4 Gantz Swords, 6 Controllers
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Post by UlrichAcheronNacht on Nov 1, 2011 7:16:35 GMT -5
Mainard walked past Nick, heading through the hallway. He took a right and saw a door. He lifted his right hand upwards and grasped the knob. "What's in here?" He called out to the two that seem to be veterans here. This was all very weird, it was as if he was a character in a video game. No memory of how he got here, nor of what happened in the middle of that fight. Hopefully, he'd be answered prior to the beginning of the transfers. But, he had no clue about when they had to leave. He assumed they were going to be able to 'take their sweet-ass time', as the author put it.
Inventory: Case (Suit+Controller), X-Rifle, Kar98K bayonet.
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Post by queenofblades on Nov 1, 2011 10:15:53 GMT -5
Before Jillian could even answer the questions thrown her way Nick spoke. This came as a shock to her but Nick was the leader of the group last time so maybe he was stepping up again. Or he realize that if these people want to live they need to know as much as we do. Then a guy asked about the door knob. Jillian stood up and spoke loud enough for him to hear. "Don't know. It's like were stuck here until we return from killing the aliens. Or IF we return. Speaking of that a transfer will start soon. I suggest you grab what you can handle and prepare for war."
Inventory: X-Rifle(in hand) X-Gun(in purse) Suit controller
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Post by Жenophilius on Nov 1, 2011 12:43:22 GMT -5
Silence was all Samson could remember the first few seconds, and then the screaming and shouts of anger and sadness. For a few minutes he thought that he was perhaps re-living his birth, as he felt like he had been yanked from a warm and inviting womb out into the cold and rubbery hands of a doctor who would spank him.
Then his eyes adjusted to the surroundings, to the young people arguing amongst themselves. Some were confused as to where they were, other seemed like they had been here before. It was a strange place indeed.
Sitting himself up slowly, Samson was amazed that his chest no longer hurt, his seemingly fatal heart attack just seemed to have disappeared. He brought a gloved hand up to his chest, leaving it there for a few moments as he listened to his steady heart-beat. Calm. Alive.
The sound of music brought his attention to the large black ball in the room. 'It looks evil,' he thought, 'Evil and powerful.'
Images appeared on the ball, spurring Samson to put his reading glasses on. He missed the first part of the message, but saw the picture of the strange two-headed beast. 'Mutant?' he thought. Then the ball opened and revealed the large array of suit-cases and guns. Samson's bad feelings for the ball only worsened.
"Excuse me." Samson said to anyone caring enough to listen. "Would any of you mind helping me up?"
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Post by Haloninjaman808 on Nov 1, 2011 21:30:05 GMT -5
Nick did his civil duty by giving the old man a boost up off the ground before responding to Mainard. "Those things in there, are Swords and Monobikes. I suggest you don't use em unless you know how to ride a motorcycle, although they are nothing like motorcycles....Just worry about your other equipment and suit first. There isn't much times" Nick assured.
He hoped that the alien would be weaker this time. Things already were looking up for his group, and hopefully they luck out and don't horribly get massacred.
Nick:Suit w/ controller, X-Gun, H-Gun
Current Available Equipment Left: 2 Monobikes, 10 X-Rifles, 5 X-Guns, 6 Y-Guns, 4 Gantz Swords, 6 Controllers
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Post by ashleysherrinjones on Nov 2, 2011 14:19:45 GMT -5
Franky moved to the bathroom the man in the suit pointed out for her. She walked in to the bathroom still holding her things, locked the door and rested her back on to it and slid down the door crying. What the hell was going on, what had happened, am I even alive. If I believe the people then I am still alive and worse things are going to happen. Franky was sobbing into her hands "Suck it up Franky and put that suit on!" She told herself.
Franky kitted herself up in the strange latex type suit, put her gun in a holster that was strapped to her thigh. Franky leaned across the sink basin to stare in the mirror Not even a mark from the gunshot...what the hell happened. I know I pulled the trigger so why are there no marks. Franky was considering that she had messed up her suicide and that she was thrown into some sort of clinic, this idea was fading fast as she knew she should be dead.
Franky had been brought up with guns, and was an expert marksman, so she knew where the different areas for kill shots were. Franky stared into her bloodshot eyes caused from all the tears "Utch, what a horrible mess you are. Elena you need to suck up your shit and get over your Daddy issues and quick. You made a mistake for turning the gun on yourself don't ever do that to yourself again. You hear me you little bitch!" She slapped herself round the face to jolt herself back into reality.
Feeling the sting on her own face, she splashed some water on her head to sooth her eyes and skin. Franky turned to stare at her own reflection. This time to see the person she recognised to be her self "Hey bitch, lets do this." Franky walked back into the first room to here the last of the conversation about not being much time.
"Sorry about before. My head was a little loose for more then one reason." Franky said as she walked up to the ball to pick up a bigger gun. "So what are your stories? Tell me what you know.... all of it." Franky said in a more confident voice, with some of her original personality coming back.
Inventory: Suit, X-Gun (Holster), X-Rifle
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Post by UlrichAcheronNacht on Nov 2, 2011 14:42:02 GMT -5
Upon hearing that there were swords in the room, Mainard's shoulder slammed into the door. He stepped in and glanced about the room. Swords are always reliable. Guns jam, or run out of ammo. When a sword breaks, you can use the fragments left to stab your opponents... Ever since his childhood, the author had held swords in a higher respect than guns.
Mainard decided the room with the futuristic motorcycles and swords was a good place to change. He quickly undressed himself, then opened the case. He pulled out the suit and pulled it onto his body. As a child, he had frequently slept in and had to quickly dress himself, which allowed him to get the suit on a bit faster.
With the suit on, he hastily pulled his clothing on over it and glanced at the controller in the case. He picked it up and placed it in his hip pocket. Mainard grabbed the X-Rifle he put down before he undressed himself, then grabbed a sword. It was black and reminiscent of a katana. Nice. It looked like it might be able to hack through that bastard that was shown on the ball's limbs without much of a problem.
With the G-Sword and X-Rifle in hand, Mainard stepped out and made his way back to the main room. He decided that since the suit had boots attached, he wouldn't need his shoes afterwards.
Inventory: G-Sword, X-Rifle, and bayonet (in sheathe attached to interior of jacket).
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Post by Жenophilius on Nov 2, 2011 15:12:24 GMT -5
"Thank you young man." With Nick's help Samson was able to stand up, reaching his full height of 6'8". He noticed that he towered over most of the people in this room, a concept he'd been used to ever since his early teens. Being a tall person in life usually was a good thing, unless you happened to be in war. Samson couldn't even count the times a bullet had raced over his head and just barely missed him while he was on the field.
Shaking the thoughts away, Samson proceeded over to the large black ball, which to him seemed to just reek of bad news. He looked over the vast array of weaponry, not recognizing any of the guns in front of him. The suit cases in the back seemed like a good idea to investigate. Moving around the ball, Samson noticed that most of the suitcases had been grabbed by the others, and even more surprising was a suitcase with his name on it.
"Peculiar." He thought out loud, grabbing the suitcase and popping it open. Inside was a black suit, similar to what everyone else was wearing, only his was much much larger. Scratching his chin, Samson remembered what the boy, Nick, had said about getting their equipment together.
Samson glanced down at his bloody outfit and figured that the black suit would at least be cleaner than his current attire. Closing the suit case again, Samson headed to wards the hallway and began to change into his new attire. He was having trouble putting the thing on, as he did with most clothes because of his large body and long limbs, but eventually was able to fit it onto himself.
Noticing the little wrist gadget in the box, Samson attached that to his wrist as well, not wanting to waste any equipment that was given to him.
Coming back into the main room, the old man felt rather silly in his current attire, and thought about changing back to the clothes he had come in here with.
Inventory: Suit, Controller
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Post by Haloninjaman808 on Nov 8, 2011 2:57:16 GMT -5
Nick began to wonder if he forgot anything to mention to the new crew. He went into the monobike room and attached a G-Sword to his empty hip holster. He enjoyed the feeling of a weapon on each area in which he could hold one. Going back out, he took another peek at the alien. He looked at the other hunters and was just about to warn them as the transfer began. The technicolor lights shot out of the ball, and Nick's head was the first to go, along with his body. Then the rest of the hunters followed.
He found himself out in a deserted car lot. Old beater-mobiles were scattered around, and the area reeked of something awful. Waiting for the others to fully beam in, he took one step, and his foot made a crunching noise. He looked down and he noticed he stepped on a magazine. A Porno[/b] Magazine. He didn't bother to pick up the smut as he kept his eyes open. The area was already darkened, with a bare overhead lamp lighting the area.
The other hunters beamed in, and suddenly, there was a rumbling in the ground, followed by grunting. Nick frantically checked his controller. The red dot of the alien was right ahead of them, roughly 10 meters away. He readied his H-Gun. All other thoughts of helping the others vanished, he would leave that to Jillian. Nick gave pursuit while leaving all the other hunters behind.
Nick:Suit w/ controller, X-Gun, H-Gun, G-Sword
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