| From: | "Brian E. Angliss" <ANGLISS@***.PSU.EDU> |
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| Subject: | TOTALLY NON-WIZ, man! |
| Date: | Sun, 6 Feb 1994 23:07:58 -0500 |
boss
told me to send stuff and describe his death if it happened. Which it did, may
the people who did it die horrible deaths.
We got nailed, man. From two angles in two places, man. By two teams who
didn't even seem to know that the other one was there. Not a wiz scene at all.
First come these two, Raven and Jackal the boss called them, all armed up and
dangerous like, cruisin up to the emergency exit door on the north side of the
squat. Then they lay somethin, the boss said it was...thermite guys?(yeah,
that's right, Gruel. Thermite was what the boss called it) along side the
bolt and Woah, a fraggin bright light, man. I couldn't see for a good minute.
That's when, on the other side of the building, the boss noticed another group.
On this one he actually laughed after seein a big trog with em. Not wiz, not
with trogs anyway. But this team was comin in through a window into one of
the rooms, one of the trapped ones that we don't get to sleep in cause we'll
blow ourselves up. The glass goes and breaks and a gun-fired hook(hook guys?
Naw, it was a...yeah, a hook, I guess) sticks into the wall outside on the
second floor.
Man, the boss was laughin hard at this point and was sayin something about
cheatin Lucifer out of his hard workin Dante, sendin him some other guys
instead(thought he meant us, but he meant the other guys comin in), and that
the two groups couldn't have coordinated it better if they'd tried. That's
when a third group showed up, chopper and all, and started droppin fraggin
yaks on the roof. The boss man told us to hold em off as long as we could, and
we knew the roof was fine. 'Specially since some big fraggin thing comes
rippin up and blows the chopper out of the sky and down on the building that
the second team was comin from. Nobody hurt cept the yaks, though. NON-wiz,
chummers. TOTALLY non-wiz. But our guys were handlin the yaks on the roof
pretty well, with thier rifles the boss had gotten em and the armor he had
gotten all of us, and especially the guy he had hired fraggin with em good usin
that MG of his. MEGA-non-wiz that he hired guy was the only one to survive the
yaks, man, and that was by runnin down into the stairwell and onto the fourth
floor where we had more guards.
Well, the two outside had made it in ok and were scannin the place, lookin
through the door onto the first floor only to shut the fraggin thing again
when bullets started stichin it up and down and side to side too, man. They
were just about to head up the stairs to the second floor when one of them,
frag him and the bike he rode in on(it was a bike, wasn't it guys? Donna
remember, Gruel...Me neither, man), saw the wire I had lost three finger
stringin across the stairs. Somehow they stepped around it and unwraped it and
made it up to the next floor, and hearin gunfire headed up to the next floor.
Man, you should have seen thier surprise when the stairs just fell out from
under em, turnin into a sheet of steel with knives stickin out. But fragem
again the sons-of-slitches, one reached out and grabbed the rail, savin himself
and the other jumped and grabbed the rail on the next section. That one
collapsed too on hinges again, but they were ready for it when it went and
didn't get hurt. Non-wiz, mann, non-wiz.
The other team was in the apartment at this point, and checkin the room for
somebody livin there. A bunch of humans, all traitors to the race, and the
trog. That's when the tall elf came in, the last one. And this was the
gunfire startin as soon as they tried to leave the room. A guard, packin a
SMG and a couple of eggs, started tearin into the door as soon as it opened,
hittin nobody inside but activatin the electric knob and givin the human holdin
it inside a real jolt. He literally spazzed out and flew across the room,
nearly hittin one of the trapped chairs, but not quite. That's when the trog
just kicked the door off its hinges and blew away Chuckie. The elf, musta been
a wizzer, goes over to the other human and starts doin something while the
rest cover him and then the human, who shoulda been out cold or scragged,
shakes his head and stands up, mumblin about not fraggin with the doors in here
anymore. They go off and kill Marty and Willard and Scott too, man. Then they
search the place, room by room, but always by blastin or kickin in the doors
instead of touchin em, until they reached the bossesses room.
Well, the fraggin yaks were well prepared and armed, but we had em, man. Only
5 made it off the roof and into the buildin, and we took care of em without
too much difficulty, what with the hired guy doin most of the work and us just
lobbin eggs down by the door. That's when the rest of the yaks came in the
front door. Man, them fraggin yaks just don
don't know when to give up, and we lost Max, Stu, Geana, and Dean to em on the
first floor when they blew the door and security room too. But we kept em out,
for a while at least. But with all them guys in the place, the boss nowhere
to be seen, and us gettin chopped up and generally scragged, we buggered out
the fraggin place. But not before I saw them teams almost shootin at each
other. Man, it was too fraggin bad when they recognized each other and found
the bossesses room.
I stood there, in the fourth floor sec. room, with a yak gun at my head, and
watched. See, they, the yaks that is, had finally gotten a guy through the
hired guy(killed the poor slot) and the guards(snuck by while the drek was
hittin the motor) and into where they thought the boss would be. I told em
that the other teams had found the boss, and so we watched the screen in the
bossesses room as them teams broke in. Into the wrong room. It was great, man
let me tell you. They almost blew themselves into the walls, man. We had
trapped that room to no-man's land and they fraggin near got blown to bits.
First, the boss had two rooms, one on the second that he never slept in and
that we all called "the bossesses room" and the one on the third floor where
he was found by the two guys. But the second floor one had some streetrat
from the buildin next door tryin to sneak the fraggin lock, the trog couldn't
kick it in, and the poison hypo in the keyhole stuck him good. Fraggin human,
musta been another wizzer, bends over and gets this strange look on his face,
and the kid's all fine again, all within seconds. Then they decided to go
through the wall and go in they did. Frag em, they had to throw a seat out of
the way and the trog just up and tossed it and it landed on one of the other
chairs and BOOOOOOMOMMMMMMMM!!!!!!! that explosion blew the outer wall totally
away, sendin scrfrags all over the room. The directional eggs we'd put in the
chair and the grade-A explosive(C12, wasn't it guys? Yep, sure was, man) we'd
stuffed into the piping of the chair just went off, bigger even than the boss
had told us it would. But all it did was frag the trog off and take a chunk
out of the wall. Drek bad for us, they were cranial enough to realize that
wasn't the bossesses place, and they took off upstairs, usin the elevator. The
one thing the boss hadn't had us pur anythin into to scrag the teams. Oh well,
man.
That's when em two teams connected and the bullets flyed again, but only for a
sec or two before they realized who the other was. Well, they made nothin
time out of the third floor and found the bossesses real home in nothin flat.
Wize to the doors, and smart to the other goodies the boss had put inside, they
were careful. That elf and the human wizzers kept us off every fraggin time
we tried to get to the boss, toastin, and I mean toastin, don't I guys(yeah...
fraggin near took my head off) us whenever we popped our heads out to get a
shot or 3 off. But they made it through the door and into the rooms inside,
findin the boss sittin quietly, almost dead like, at his deck, makin sure it
got out what he wanted. I'm kinda surprised it hasn't shown up yet, but the
sat links mighta missed it from bullet holes, man. But he puts down his deck,
smiles and turns to see them two-now-one team lookin at him. Then he starts
reamin them out about bein only able to catch him because he let him, and
triggerin their fraggin emotions, pushin buttons, until he gets em so scrag-
dreked that they all just popped up thier guns and blew him away, man. Nothin
said from any of em, just pumpin the boss full of lead. And the boss, he just
took it, man, like a real man, a real Thug, not fightin it. That's when I
heard the room down the hall, the one labled "Biohazzard: do not enter
without proper clothin" start up the pumps. And the air literally started
fillin with mist, choakin the whole fraggin buildin with this stuff, and also
pourin it out into the streets like smoke. With it comin out I was able to
scrag the yak standin next to me with my zipper knife and haul my bod out the
frag of the buildin. He had said it was set to go off when his heart stopped,
man, and off it went. Lucky for us he had hidden away some antidote patches
in case we got the bug, man, and all of us took em, and destoyed the rest like
the boss had told us. And now I'm supposed to tell you who did the deed that
you're all dead fraggers. The boss gets his revenge. Hope you like fraggin
hell, he told us to say, cause he'll see you there when you arrive. Long live
the THUGS!!!!!!]<<<<<
-- THUGmaster(23:09:37/02-06-55)
