Non-remix songs often make me make stories...
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A man trudges through a wasteland in the night, the floor covered in black, formless slush, every step he takes kicks up the slush into the air in a dust-like appearance, the stale taste of the sludge entering his mouth every so often. This place was a battleground.... one in an ancient war, war of survival. Hulks of dead vehicles lie scattered everywhere, the power sources of the ancient wepaonry having worn itself off a long time ago.
He holds up a bracer he is wearing near his mouth, pressing down onto a button, producing a beep.
"Nothing so far... Substance 26-B has degraded into its last stage everywhere, only a junkyard remains."
The bracer 'talks' back to him, another male voice... late fourties, maybe.
"Damn it... keep looking, you've only been down on the battlefield for less than a hour! If we find a intact piece of Substance 26-B we'd be loaded for who knows how long!"
"Yeah yeah, I know... these machines must've used all of the substance's energy up over the years... I would have thought it would have started to re-grow into a hot-spot for 26-B."
He then lets go of the button, letting his hands rest at his sides. A low noise to his right is heard.. something shuffling about the sludge in the distance. The man pulls out a pistol from its hoilster... This thing fired specail slugs with suspended plasma inside its shell, the bullet itself shot via magnetic coils. It'd take care of any kind of life form on this planet.
He holds his bracer up, just pressing another button, setting it on continued broadcast.
"Hey, you know anything about this planet's inhabitants? I think i've found something... too damn dark to see anything, though."
"Eh? This side of the planet has a few harmess species... not much has survived since whatever war happened here tore apart this whole side of the planet... The rest of the planet's species is on the jungle on the other side. Hell, i'm not even sure what your hearing, I'm not picking up any lifesigns besides your own up here."
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"Whatever, I know I heard something..." He says, approaching the sound, turning on an addon flashlight he has on the pistol. Suddenly something with black, pulsating bulges moves and stares at him - Its face looks like it could have been some kind of humanoid, but its face is terribly malfromed, the same black stuff on it. It starts growling, making the man yelp and unload a bolt into the thing's face, practically blowing its face up from the released plasma that melted most of its face... the sound of the mini-railgun's fire travelling over the whole area, the response being hundreds of growls, close by and in the distance.
"...Whats that? I don't like the sound of that."
His bracer says, the man being frozen for a second before looking around him, the growls are comming from EVERYWHERE around him.
"... Shit, get me out of here!" He says, looking around frantily now.
"What? I'm not even picking up any lifesigns or signals from any machines! Whats going on down there?"
Some vaugely humanod, black-bulge covered thing leaps out from the darkness with a snarl, the man blowing off the things torso, sending it backwards.
"Just do it, get your sorry ass out of space and down here NOW!"
He turns and shoots at another... then another, then slides to the side when another lunges at him, shooting it when it lands on the ground..... then he gets pwnd the end.
Too lazy to put any more in it! Beside sonly 500 characters left, lol. Nice creepy music going on! Creepy music is always good.
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