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Post by hb on Mar 14, 2009 21:14:04 GMT -7
OOC: Clever title, no?
"Boomer, boomer!" The tell-tale gurgle sounded out of the television's speakers as Hellboy maneuvered his in-game character around the screen in search of the bloated monster. Oh, too late. A thick green-yellow slime covered the screen, making it almost impossible to see. A loud screaming began, and a second later Hellboy's avatar was surrounded by undead. He threw a pipe bomb in an attempt to lure them away from him; it worked. However, it was only a minute later that a low, bestial roar filled the room. A thick-muscled abomination hurled itself into the character on screen, easily knocking it to the ground.
"Hey, someone help me up!" Hellboy called over his headset to the others playing the game with him. He began frantically mashing buttons in an attempted to kill the tank before it killed him. It was a battle he quickly lost. A notice flashed across the screen, informing him that he had died, but not to worry because his teammates would rescue him soon. With a dejected sigh, he tossed his reinforced-steel controller to the ground and shoved a handful of nachos into his mouth. |
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Post by Tabby Whitman-Foster on Mar 15, 2009 21:36:36 GMT -7
OOC: Clever title? Oh yes! I lol'd when I read it. And apologies for any errors, I have never played L4D, but I am doing research!
"I'm comin'! I'm comin'!" Tabby yelled into the head-set. She tilted the small joystick forward and her L4D avatar moved in an all out run. "Hang in there -- OH CRAP!" As she had maneuvered around a corner, she came face to face with a small horde of the infected. "Suck on this!" Tabby crowed as she whipped out her auto shotgun and laid on the trigger. Spray after spray of shotgun pellets penetrated the zombies with punctuating spurts of blood and body pieces. Tabby's cackles echoed through the head-set as she obliterated the small horde.
"Bwahaha! I may suck with real guns, but not in the world of video-games, BIATCHES!" Her avatar holstered the weapon and Tabby continued to where HB's avatar was denoted on her map. She knew that there would be trouble on arrival, but the thick-muscled infected even caught her off guard. "Crap crap crap!" She chirped as she jerked the joystick backwards and pulled out the shotgun, firing off enough rounds haphazardly to fell the infected...finally. "Boy did that suck!" She breathed as she revived Hellboy. In the real world she reached for the Rockstar she had been drinking and took a sip. "I love this shotgun though -- makes everything so messy!"
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Post by hb on Apr 4, 2009 12:33:44 GMT -7
OOC: omg, you haven't? I'm so sorry! D: Um, do you want them to be original Dawn of the Dead zombies or remake Dawn of the Dead zombies? (one is the traditional slow zombies and the other zombies run fast and are somewhat intelligent)
Still munching on a mouthful of dried tortilla and cheese, Hellboy picked up the controller and maneuvered Francis, his avatar, through the building. He made sure to keep close to Tabby this time, because she would be able to revive him if he was incapacitated again. Bill, one of the characters played by the computer, passed him some pain pills as a temporary boost to his health until they could find a first aid kit.
A mass of zombies ran at the small group from around the corner and Hellboy made haste to mow them down with his assault rifle. A small crash outside the BPRD rec room distracted him from his murder spree, and he took a few precious seconds to sneak a look toward the door.
"Hey, did you hear that?" he asked Tabby, returning his focus to the game. |
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Post by Tabby Whitman-Foster on Apr 9, 2009 21:30:51 GMT -7
OOC: I need to do some more gaming before I humiliate myself even more. XD I say they should be smart and intelligent! This is HB and geekie tech chick! It'll be fun! I can't wait... *Shivers in antici...pation!*
While HB may have chosen to stay close to Taby as a means of revival, Tabby was much more head on with her gaming. She wasn't very strategic; she was more of an 'Attack, attack, attack -- OHCRAPI'MBLEEDING! Back off, back off, backoffbackoffbackoff' type of player. The mixture of energy drink and the adrenaline from Tabby's journey to revive Hellboy was enough to make her so edgy she almost shot Bill. She let out a delirious babble of laughter as a mob of zombies rounded a corner. "Fresh meat!"
Tabby laid on her controller as the zombies surged forward. HB seemed to be lagging or having some technical trouble, for all of the sudden, his avatar wasn't as involved in the action. Tabby's shotgun rang out with its metallic blasts in quick succession.
>>"Hey, did you hear that?"<<
"Hear what?" Tabby was distracted by a particularly stubborn zombie that refused to die. She fired a few more shots, and then heard something like a scraping noise, or something being drug through the room's door. Her heart suddenly shivered, mostly from the caffeine and the game.
"Clumsy suits, you think?" She stuttered, suddenly getting swarmed by zombies in the game. Her avatar crumpled.
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