Post by Lil_Dooby on May 20, 2022 19:50:19 GMT
Hi, its the noob here. Thought i'd put my terrible writing skills to use. I wrote a short story about this game, but the ellipses represent players. Try and fill the ellipses with your view on who should go there. It is written in first person, so the "I" is you. Here you go! Who knows, if you want I might even carry on the story!
The blazing heat of the sun shone down on the cracked ground. Nearby, a ferocious stream of toxic water trickled through a gold sewage pipe, landing in a horizontal strip of dug-through land that extended throughout the map. Two stone bridges leapt across each side to transport people from one side to the other. An army of spectator seats (backed up by a solid wall), although empty, encircled the arena like a constrictor around its forsaken prey. It was no other than the arena of Clash Royale.
Suddenly there was a clamber of footsteps as a dozen or so players burst out of the King tower, much to the surprise of the King.
“Hey!” He shouted, as he wondered where the mega knight he ordered was, and where his precious elixir had gone. In fact, it had been greedily swallowed by … as he ran out of spawn with purple flecks on his face. He was not alone. Among the restless players were …, …, … and more. Suddenly, each individual started to run in a random direction, as if it was a game of hide and seek. Some tried to jump in the cold river (they died soon after, much to their surprise), while others hid in the spectator stands. The smart ones however, entered the side-lines and moments later were on top of the sewage pipe, which caused the newer players to wonder in amazement.
“They are literally hacking,” ... This was replied by ... shouting
“They aren’t hacking, you’re just slacking.”
This conversation happened for another twenty seconds and would have carried on if not for the sudden disruption. Suddenly, … dropped to their feet, moaning with intense pain. Their body started to convulse as if it was being possessed. Their arms started to claw at their face, which was also changing. Hot thick blood spurted out of one arm, while one of their legs popped off with a sickening crunch. Within moments the transformation had been complete, he was now a zombie. With a blood-roaring cry, … tried to lick …, turning him into another zombie, after the moans and groans of pain. The slaughter had begun.
I, for one, was one of the smarter ones who had snuck up the sewage pipe along with … and …. We watched with a sense of satisfaction and amusion as several zombies tried to find the secret. They ended up dying every time. Within moments we were the only three left.
“Bloody fools,” one of them muttered. “We should take the true blood, what do you think?” No one replied, but soon afterwards each survivor except for me raised our blood bags in the air, pledging our oath not to get infected. Two minutes passed with nothing but the death groans of the damned. There were only 30 seconds left. We started to celebrate when we heard a loud thump near spawn that shook the map. As the smoke cleared, a bulky figure arose, its eyes greedily drilling into our drained-of-terror faces. We had thought it was the mega knight. But as we searched for the king, he was slumped over the rails, his face a mask of terror. One of his eyes were missing. The bulky figure was over it, still chewing the remains of his neck with frightening speed. When he was finished, he/she cracked his head at us, and we knew who it was. … was here.
The blazing heat of the sun shone down on the cracked ground. Nearby, a ferocious stream of toxic water trickled through a gold sewage pipe, landing in a horizontal strip of dug-through land that extended throughout the map. Two stone bridges leapt across each side to transport people from one side to the other. An army of spectator seats (backed up by a solid wall), although empty, encircled the arena like a constrictor around its forsaken prey. It was no other than the arena of Clash Royale.
Suddenly there was a clamber of footsteps as a dozen or so players burst out of the King tower, much to the surprise of the King.
“Hey!” He shouted, as he wondered where the mega knight he ordered was, and where his precious elixir had gone. In fact, it had been greedily swallowed by … as he ran out of spawn with purple flecks on his face. He was not alone. Among the restless players were …, …, … and more. Suddenly, each individual started to run in a random direction, as if it was a game of hide and seek. Some tried to jump in the cold river (they died soon after, much to their surprise), while others hid in the spectator stands. The smart ones however, entered the side-lines and moments later were on top of the sewage pipe, which caused the newer players to wonder in amazement.
“They are literally hacking,” ... This was replied by ... shouting
“They aren’t hacking, you’re just slacking.”
This conversation happened for another twenty seconds and would have carried on if not for the sudden disruption. Suddenly, … dropped to their feet, moaning with intense pain. Their body started to convulse as if it was being possessed. Their arms started to claw at their face, which was also changing. Hot thick blood spurted out of one arm, while one of their legs popped off with a sickening crunch. Within moments the transformation had been complete, he was now a zombie. With a blood-roaring cry, … tried to lick …, turning him into another zombie, after the moans and groans of pain. The slaughter had begun.
I, for one, was one of the smarter ones who had snuck up the sewage pipe along with … and …. We watched with a sense of satisfaction and amusion as several zombies tried to find the secret. They ended up dying every time. Within moments we were the only three left.
“Bloody fools,” one of them muttered. “We should take the true blood, what do you think?” No one replied, but soon afterwards each survivor except for me raised our blood bags in the air, pledging our oath not to get infected. Two minutes passed with nothing but the death groans of the damned. There were only 30 seconds left. We started to celebrate when we heard a loud thump near spawn that shook the map. As the smoke cleared, a bulky figure arose, its eyes greedily drilling into our drained-of-terror faces. We had thought it was the mega knight. But as we searched for the king, he was slumped over the rails, his face a mask of terror. One of his eyes were missing. The bulky figure was over it, still chewing the remains of his neck with frightening speed. When he was finished, he/she cracked his head at us, and we knew who it was. … was here.