Ystan
12-13-2008, 02:08 PM
I loved ZP 1, and this is for my opinion written on that 1.
If you know where to get the original ZP tell me, alrigh?
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Chapter 1
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-Hey.
-What now, sweetie?
-U got any Chesterfield?
-Nope.
-Well what do ya have?
-Only my 5 sweet thick Cuban cigars.
-Dude, why wont you marry them. They are meant to be used, they are NOT
decorations!!
-Calm down, private. You do not have authorization to speak to me like that.
-Hmph. By the way, why are we here?
-What, the plane? You didn't read the memo?
-Umm..... I dunno. I don't remember that.
-You were supposed to read it 5 hours ago.
-Oh....hehehehehe. Sorry.
-Hmph. Here, i have some Smart.
-....Oh, thanks.
-And who gave you permission to give him any cigarettes, Davis?
-...
-Answer to me when you are being asked, Corporal.
-Because he wouldve asked for it all evening and if that wouldve happened i think i couldve shot him.
-Good point. I agree.
-HEY!
-Do not lose your calm, imbecile.
-You shut up. You are just a cargo to me.
-That is simply unnecessary. Apologize immediately.
-AND HELL I WILL U MOTHER-
-STAND DOWN, PRIVATE!
-........Fine.
About 2 hours later, above New Mexico...
-So, who remembers what are we going to do now?
2 of 15 raised their hands.
-Sigh.... Well, now listen up, cuz' im not going to tell this again to you.
-This is a side facility of Black Mesa called Mesa Border. As the name may already
tell you, this facility is near the border of New Mexico. They have tried
experimenting sea salt in curing cancer. For some info about the facility, somehow COULD take all the liquid from the tumours and simply suck them dry. The point is, our mission is to take Mr. Kaufmann to see why there hasn't been any kind of response from the messages sent there in 3 days. Now if ther is any hostile activity our main priority is to guard Kaufmann from hostilities. Understood, squad?
-SIR, YES SIR!
-Now we are above Mesa Border. There are automatic turrets that shoot any
planes that try to lose altitude in near vicinity of the facility, and the desert is
according the information i got, swarming with some kind of gang members or
other hostiles. So, prepare your parachutes, and be ready to jump off.
Planes engines generate heat, but humans do not generate so much heat the
turrets would even check us. They have good AI though, so it shoot almost anything cold but moving. For example rock or bullets. And their firing power
is something now to be joking with. NOW LETS GO!
-Who goes first?
-I tell you who goes.
Now, the first one to go is-
Suddenly, there was a horrible sound, some kind of screeching. one private, named Jonas, saw a wing being teared apart by something.
-Look! Quick!
Then they saw the turrets moving. They were flying too low. The next moment they were in a firestorm. The plane fuel was flooding in the hull, and because the bullets, it got lit.
-LETS GO NOW! GET A WEAPON AND JUMP WITH A CHUTE!
So they did what Sarge told them.
Except the chutes were missing.
-WHERE IN THE ~~~~ ARE THE CHUTES?!
-I DONT ~~~~ING KNOW!
-THE GASOLINE IS SPREADING!
-I DONT ~~~~ING CARE WE DIE ANYWAY!
-SHUT UP CORPORAL WE ARE NOT GOING TO DIE IF IT'S UP TO ME!
Then the plane crashed.
16 hours later, in the ground level of New Mexico, 1,56 miles from Mesa Border.
Sarge woke up. Or he thought he did wake up. the first thing he felt was incredible pain in his ear. then he tuched his ear. He sisn't see anything, and he didnt hear anything either, so his other senser were superiourly boosted.
His left ear was missing.
He was shocked. Then he dug up his flashlight. it flickered a bit, but he saw where he was. In the plane wreck. All he saw was dead bodies, some were pieces, perhaps they got hit by the propeller. Then he heard a voice with his other ear. Behind him. He turned quickly around, and he saw Davis. He saw that Davis had a headache that beats a hangover like a tank beats a bicycle.
-Ah, ~~~~. Why i cant see anything? Where in the hell am i? Why am i lying down? And why the hell i cant feel my legs?
Then Sarge looked at Davis's legs. He shouted at horror. Something pale, human-shaped was eating a couple of legs, and it was already at the knees. Suddenly the creature turns it head away, a piece of Davis's leg on it's mouth, towards the unknown source of light. It stumbles closer, but suddenly it gets a knife in its head. Sarge slowly pulls the knife out. The blood is all sticky. Then he sees somethig strange in the knife. It had salt. Visible salt in it, like you would put a glass of water in a glass of sugar. Its transparent, but you can see it. Sarge sighed and leaned at a propeller wing. He had a kind of a big headache too...
2 Be Continued
If you know where to get the original ZP tell me, alrigh?
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
Chapter 1
-------------
-Hey.
-What now, sweetie?
-U got any Chesterfield?
-Nope.
-Well what do ya have?
-Only my 5 sweet thick Cuban cigars.
-Dude, why wont you marry them. They are meant to be used, they are NOT
decorations!!
-Calm down, private. You do not have authorization to speak to me like that.
-Hmph. By the way, why are we here?
-What, the plane? You didn't read the memo?
-Umm..... I dunno. I don't remember that.
-You were supposed to read it 5 hours ago.
-Oh....hehehehehe. Sorry.
-Hmph. Here, i have some Smart.
-....Oh, thanks.
-And who gave you permission to give him any cigarettes, Davis?
-...
-Answer to me when you are being asked, Corporal.
-Because he wouldve asked for it all evening and if that wouldve happened i think i couldve shot him.
-Good point. I agree.
-HEY!
-Do not lose your calm, imbecile.
-You shut up. You are just a cargo to me.
-That is simply unnecessary. Apologize immediately.
-AND HELL I WILL U MOTHER-
-STAND DOWN, PRIVATE!
-........Fine.
About 2 hours later, above New Mexico...
-So, who remembers what are we going to do now?
2 of 15 raised their hands.
-Sigh.... Well, now listen up, cuz' im not going to tell this again to you.
-This is a side facility of Black Mesa called Mesa Border. As the name may already
tell you, this facility is near the border of New Mexico. They have tried
experimenting sea salt in curing cancer. For some info about the facility, somehow COULD take all the liquid from the tumours and simply suck them dry. The point is, our mission is to take Mr. Kaufmann to see why there hasn't been any kind of response from the messages sent there in 3 days. Now if ther is any hostile activity our main priority is to guard Kaufmann from hostilities. Understood, squad?
-SIR, YES SIR!
-Now we are above Mesa Border. There are automatic turrets that shoot any
planes that try to lose altitude in near vicinity of the facility, and the desert is
according the information i got, swarming with some kind of gang members or
other hostiles. So, prepare your parachutes, and be ready to jump off.
Planes engines generate heat, but humans do not generate so much heat the
turrets would even check us. They have good AI though, so it shoot almost anything cold but moving. For example rock or bullets. And their firing power
is something now to be joking with. NOW LETS GO!
-Who goes first?
-I tell you who goes.
Now, the first one to go is-
Suddenly, there was a horrible sound, some kind of screeching. one private, named Jonas, saw a wing being teared apart by something.
-Look! Quick!
Then they saw the turrets moving. They were flying too low. The next moment they were in a firestorm. The plane fuel was flooding in the hull, and because the bullets, it got lit.
-LETS GO NOW! GET A WEAPON AND JUMP WITH A CHUTE!
So they did what Sarge told them.
Except the chutes were missing.
-WHERE IN THE ~~~~ ARE THE CHUTES?!
-I DONT ~~~~ING KNOW!
-THE GASOLINE IS SPREADING!
-I DONT ~~~~ING CARE WE DIE ANYWAY!
-SHUT UP CORPORAL WE ARE NOT GOING TO DIE IF IT'S UP TO ME!
Then the plane crashed.
16 hours later, in the ground level of New Mexico, 1,56 miles from Mesa Border.
Sarge woke up. Or he thought he did wake up. the first thing he felt was incredible pain in his ear. then he tuched his ear. He sisn't see anything, and he didnt hear anything either, so his other senser were superiourly boosted.
His left ear was missing.
He was shocked. Then he dug up his flashlight. it flickered a bit, but he saw where he was. In the plane wreck. All he saw was dead bodies, some were pieces, perhaps they got hit by the propeller. Then he heard a voice with his other ear. Behind him. He turned quickly around, and he saw Davis. He saw that Davis had a headache that beats a hangover like a tank beats a bicycle.
-Ah, ~~~~. Why i cant see anything? Where in the hell am i? Why am i lying down? And why the hell i cant feel my legs?
Then Sarge looked at Davis's legs. He shouted at horror. Something pale, human-shaped was eating a couple of legs, and it was already at the knees. Suddenly the creature turns it head away, a piece of Davis's leg on it's mouth, towards the unknown source of light. It stumbles closer, but suddenly it gets a knife in its head. Sarge slowly pulls the knife out. The blood is all sticky. Then he sees somethig strange in the knife. It had salt. Visible salt in it, like you would put a glass of water in a glass of sugar. Its transparent, but you can see it. Sarge sighed and leaned at a propeller wing. He had a kind of a big headache too...
2 Be Continued