Yeah, I made this at school once upon a time.
I said I was going to release it, so I'm going to do it here because
- I don't know where else to put it
- For the sake of simplicity.
DM me for the MS Word doc in case the formatting here f's up.
It was a dark and stormy night. Dire was traversing Tilted Towers. At least, what was left of it. The storm had been closing for the past few days, and the eye was nearing the formerly populated metropolis.
Most of the loopers are stuck in “battle royale”, an endless cycle of individual warfare. The ones who get knocked down and eliminated come back, just to either get eliminated again or to win the elusive Victory Crown.
Dire wasn’t one of the others; the people who follow the “hot spots” only to get eliminated seconds later. He searched the areas nobody went to, areas people forgot to loot. The areas the Bus didn’t go near.
He tightened his gloves and gripped his burst SMG. He fired a few warning shots, letting others know he was out and ready to roll. Nobody fired back.
Treading less carefully, he rushed into the park, searching for chests. It was not long before he tired himself out. Jumping into the bushes, he checked the center tree for any sort of hum or glow.
Eureka. A quiet, barely audible hum of a rare chest flanked his ears. What a time to still be alive. He opened the latch to inspect what the box contained.
He swapped out his uncommon burst SMG for an epic combat SMG and equipped himself with a medkit and some small shield potions. There was an uncommon scoped burst rifle, so he traded out his common hammer rifle. Dire wasn’t one to entertain himself with far-away combat. He was stealthy, stalking his prey like the lycanthrope he was. Then, when the mood set him, he struck.
There was nothing to strike, so what good was this instinct? The instinct of surprise, the lust of a worthy opponent to fight. What was this when he was alone, by himself, in a city that nobody was in? It was near dawn, but the inclement weather of the Storm helped dull his sight.
The Storm. He was near the Storm.
With only a few minutes and no vehicle to transport him, his heart started racing. His angst against the world heightened before eventually turning into panic. How was he supposed to leave in time?
Then he saw it. A Whiplash flashed before his eyes. The front was dented, but looks never mattered in a time of urgency. Besides, it made it look worn in a bit of a charming way.
He hopped in, turned the ignition, and took off. After being stuck in the town for around thirty seconds, he remembered the main route to get out. It was stupid to stay in the area for that amount of time, but it was one of the only things he knew he could do.
Dire fiddled around with the radio, seeing which stations were playing good music. Of course, there were the usuals: Lizzo, Playboi Carti, Tyler, Marshmello, and blackbear, to name a few. There were some collabs absolutely no one expected. After tuning it to that new Weezer EP, he felt a sense of strangeness overcome his body. Why is it that it’s the same playlist every time, on the same 7-8 stations?
Then he remembered the Loop. This situation was probably going to happen again in the next twenty-two minutes. Dire uttered to himself, “Maybe this is why Raider left the loop…”
A metallic pling noise came from the back-left side of the car. He used his handbrake to come to a stop, with the full mentality that this was a stupid thing to do. He chugged down the rest of his shield potion and stepped out of the car.
Gripping the assault rifle, he snarled, “Come out here! I’m a literal sitting duck right now! Come on!” Dire then deduced where the shot came from, and shot blindly.
The mysterious person retaliated, shooting from a bush near an outcropping. These belligerents were around a kilometer from Tilted Towers, but not safe from the Storm. It shot nowhere near Dire, but close enough to know that they were trying to hit him.
Dire knew that it was a heavy sniper, and that one shot, considering the shield he had, would eliminate him instantaneously. Drinking another shield potion would be futile at that point. Dire shot once again, hoping this time he’d land a hit.
The bulleted barrage hit the opponent, knocking off most of their shield. The sound of a shield potion alerted Dire exactly where they were.
Suddenly, a Storm Alert de-escalated the situation almost instantaneously. Now, the opponents were less worried of fighting and scavenging, but to flee and live to see another battle. Dire escaped into his ride, while the foe ran in a bee-line, away from the storm, before sliding away.
He couldn’t quite see the opponent, but it was what he did see that struck Dire’s attention. An orange fella wearing a deep cyan jumpsuit. At least, that was what it seemed like. No matter. The storm was riding his tail, and this thinking wouldn’t make the escape any faster. He took high-gear, away to the next point charted on the map.