Darkness. A familiar surrounding suddenly is shown in front of me. I look around, I’m in 2forts respawn.
No time to think. I just want their flag. I look down at my super nail gun, why do they even bother giving
this gun to me; I never even use it unless I’m shooting at one of those Red Sentries.
Sometimes I think, why do I risk my life ten thousand times for an enemy flag? To conquer? To be supreme?
But then, aren’t you just thrown into the same hell pit over and over again, endlessly? Never mind, no time
to think about the meaning of life.
I run in directions that almost seem that it’s not me deciding my fate, it’s in somebody else’s hands,
somebody part of a much larger picture. I head for the battlements, I am about to try and conc. to the
opposing fort to try and avoid snipers. Instead I see a blue sniper get shot in the leg by an opposing
sniper. He screams and runs for cover, I heal his wound and continue to boost his energy, and He reaches
130% when suddenly he explodes two inches from me. I hate enemy snipers. It depressed me, the never ending
torture of us against a team we discriminate and hate because their uniform is a different color.
A wound not even a medic can fix. Rage filled my mind. I will avenge my comrade.
I conc. right across to the other fort, a feat I have never done before. At least I don’t think I have
before. I’m not here to think though, why am I here? No time to think, amazing what rage can do I guess.
I take out my super shotgun and point the weapon at the back of this red sniper's head, I pull the trigger
and he collapses. I feel no reward, no happiness that I have avenged my comrade, in fact I feel I have
snooped down to their level. But aren’t we the same? No time to think. I just want their flag.
It’s not over yet. I am behind enemy lines. I whip out my bioweapon and am able to infect another sniper.
He is so concentrating on his red dot he does not notice he is about to die. I run over to the enemy
elevator and drop, some text flashes in my face saying the elevator won’t work for my kind. I wonder how
this can be. No time to think. I just want their flag. I run in. Soldier. Rockets. I try and dodge
the barrage of rockets, I dodge the first two, but this soldier is smart, he starts to aim for my feet.
The rocket explodes three feet in front of me. I go flying, luckily into the hallway that leads to the
flag. Funny, I just grunted, no pain at all. How can this be? No time to think. I just want their flag.
I grab it, what a simple thing that I would die for with no regard for my own life. I throw a well timed
conc. at the soldier, I should have used a grenade, but it didn’t seem to be my choice. No time to think.
I just want their flag. The conc. explodes right next to him sending him flying near
the ramp, guess I’m taking the elevator. No concs. left. I hold a regular grenade in my hand.
I’m staying very still. The grenade explodes in my hand and sends me flying upwards; I’m low on health,
but no pain, just a grunt I didn’t need to make. I run down, heading for the main entrance of the red base,
I’ll probably jump into the water and take the tunnel back, but I don’t know what’s going on until it
happens.
I hear a mechanical whir. Sentry. Bullets enter me relentlessly and I try to continue for a cause I
don’t know why I strive for. I thought too much.
Darkness. A familiar surrounding suddenly is shown in
front of me. I look around, I’m in 2forts respawn. No time to think. I just want their flag.
I look down at my super nail gun, why do they even bother giving this gun to me; I never even use it unless
I’m shooting at one of those Red Sentries…
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