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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 11:24 pmA salvo of bullets are directed at you. They are coming and wish to take up residence in your body, desire to snuggle into your internal workings. You elude them—barely. A terrible noise then pierces your audio receptors. You look up, witness a missile scream past, the interval between you and it scant. Any closer and you would have been destroyed. You clasp your weapon in your hands, raise it, aim it, prepare to kill with it.
Who are you fighting for?
Your optics covert into slits as you survey your surroundings. Your vision only manages to capture one feature: utter destruction. Fire consumes vegetation, vehicles, and many buildings, thick smoke sits in the sky, denying the sun's light of touching the area you have found yourself in. Blood and debris coat the ground in a hideous mixture. And although it is impossible to avoid you press on, optics alert, finger hovering over the trigger.
Why are you fighting?
You come across a young woman lying on the ground. She is fashioned in a somewhat unnatural position. There are deep red stains on her clothes and splatters of red envelop her. She is still. But then she groans, coughs, and her body trembles.
Do you help her or eliminate her?
Feet crunch over the debris scattered all over the ground, grabbing your attention. You snap your head in the direction of the noise; it increases, clearly drawing closer. Fresh cacophonies of battle commence a short distance away, but you are focused on the approaching stranger. Your optics dart from left to right, trying to determine his location.
Is he friend or foe?
You don't take that risk. Your mission is far too important. Success is your only option. Your hand curls around the handle of your weapon firmly, finger caressing the trigger.
Who are you?
A figure emerges, appearing insignificant in your sight. But he approaches steadily step by step. You begin to lift your weapon and train it on the figure. As he gets closer, his insignia becomes recognisable, his intentions evident.
What decision do you make?
Are you an Autobot or a Decepticon?
Tell us how this story ends. Get all the information you need to start your journey into the never ending battle between good and evil by clicking here.
Who are you fighting for?
Your optics covert into slits as you survey your surroundings. Your vision only manages to capture one feature: utter destruction. Fire consumes vegetation, vehicles, and many buildings, thick smoke sits in the sky, denying the sun's light of touching the area you have found yourself in. Blood and debris coat the ground in a hideous mixture. And although it is impossible to avoid you press on, optics alert, finger hovering over the trigger.
Why are you fighting?
You come across a young woman lying on the ground. She is fashioned in a somewhat unnatural position. There are deep red stains on her clothes and splatters of red envelop her. She is still. But then she groans, coughs, and her body trembles.
Do you help her or eliminate her?
Feet crunch over the debris scattered all over the ground, grabbing your attention. You snap your head in the direction of the noise; it increases, clearly drawing closer. Fresh cacophonies of battle commence a short distance away, but you are focused on the approaching stranger. Your optics dart from left to right, trying to determine his location.
Is he friend or foe?
You don't take that risk. Your mission is far too important. Success is your only option. Your hand curls around the handle of your weapon firmly, finger caressing the trigger.
Who are you?
A figure emerges, appearing insignificant in your sight. But he approaches steadily step by step. You begin to lift your weapon and train it on the figure. As he gets closer, his insignia becomes recognisable, his intentions evident.
What decision do you make?
Are you an Autobot or a Decepticon?
Tell us how this story ends. Get all the information you need to start your journey into the never ending battle between good and evil by clicking here.
