You find yourself in E1M1

[Shadowswift]

((no internet. Really don't feel up to posting some long ass updates on a touch screen. E1M1 is paused until DK gets internet in his apartment.))

[foq]

dang

[Shadowswift]

((in my internet exile, I have finally come up with some damn good ideas for this story. Well, damn good in my opinion. However, since it is more or less an RPG, all those ideas might go flying out the window based on what you, the players, decide to make Ray do. hopefully soon I can continue this))

[foq]

I decide to make Ray continue the game! fok

[Grim Warlock]

I move away from the teleporter towards the hallway and rape the solider waiting to kill me.

[bluntz]

Hahahahahah!!!!

[Shadowswift]

((no, Warlock, I won't ignore that command. Just you wait. It will be lulzworthy))

[bluntz]

What do you need for your net?
If its just a wireless adapter i may be able to send one to ya.

[Shadowswift]

An account would help.

[Shadowswift]

((Four days...))

[Shadowswift]

((Connected and ready to start up again. However, since one of my most avid players has been tempbanned, I'll continue to hold until he is allowed back. IF he comes back at all.))

[metchsteekle]

>fok do wat those last few commands were

[Shadowswift]

When we last left our heroes, they had just finished taking apart the entrance slipgate at E3M1, "Termination Central" which, according to your intel officer, Lieutenant Hastings, and your CO, General Navajar, was a primary hub for weapons storage/shipping/recieving/developement before the First War. They tell you that there should be an early Thunderbolt prototype and, if you can find it, they can update its tech to work like the finished model (the one you're used to). This will be a great advantage to you in your fight against the light-shunning Shadows.

You, Ray, Captain in the United States Marine Corps, Spec Ops Ranger squad; your Tech Sergeant Fenmore "Phoenix" Stockton; your loyal pet Fiend, Darkscythe; and your unexpected-but-welcome devoted servant, the Death Knight Commander, have decided that your current mission is to disassemble all functioning slipgates in the realm of Quake, save for one. Doing this will prevent the Shadows from further perverting human technology, which...theoratically, could allow them their own personal entry back to your dimension, Earth, where they can and probably will wreak all sorts of havoc the likes of which have never been seen before. You have the skill, more so than any other ten soldiers combined. You have the experience, more so than several platoons of soldiers combined. You have the knowledge, and what you don't know, Phoenix likely does. So...lets do dis.
But first, let's see what we're all packin'

Character
You have 250 Health
You have 150 Soul Armor
You are equipped with your Grenade Rifle
Your communicator is ON
Your Console is ON

Inventory
Grappling Hook
Maglite
Reaper’s Scythe
10 Gauge Pump Shotgun
Nailgun
Lightspark Rifle
Plasma Rifle Prototype
Grenade Rifle
(100) Shells (10ga)
(100) Nails
(98 ) Energy Cells
(90) Shadow Plasma Cells
(12) Rockets
(10) stimpak
Map of E1M1's Security Grid
Map of E2M1’s Security Network
USB cable

Companion 1
Phoenix has 250 Health
Phoenix has 75 Soul Armor
Phoenix is equipped with the Lightspark Rifle
Phoenix's Communicator is ON
Phoenix's Console is ON

Companion Inventory
Grappling Hook
Maglite
Badly-Bloodied Hand Axe
REALLY Super Shotgun
Enforcer's Blaster Rifle
Lightspark Rifle
(98 ) Shells(10ga)
(200) Energy Cells
(100) Shadow Plasma Cells
Fully-Stocked Toolbox
Complex Networking for Dummies Manual

Companion 2
The DKC has 212 health
The DKC has 200 Black Armor and 0 Soul Armor
The DKC is equipped with the Commander’s Sword
The DKC’s Headset is ON
The DKC’s Console is ON

Companion Inventory
Grappling Hook
Commander’s Sword
Lightspark Rifle
(100) Shadow Plasma Cells
(2) Bunch of Slipgate Parts
Slipgate Fuse

Pet
Darkscythe has 293 health
Darkscythe has 28 Soul Armor

>fok do wat those last few commands were
>and then Ray was into dark hallway

You tell the DKC and Darkscythe to hang out while you scout ahead. You clutch your plasma gun as you step lightly into the darkness. The stench of rotting death isn't as bad here as it was back in The Installation, but the coppery smell of blood is still pretty powerful. The further down the hall you go, the darker it gets. You click on your Maglite and switch to your Lightspark Rifle. You check your senses.

You see a left turn up ahead.
You smell fresh blood. Fresh...?
You hear faint shuffling in the far distance.
You feel cold...the power is off. This dimension is pretty chilly when there isn't a crapton of lava just laying around.
You don't taste anything.

> move away from the teleporter towards the hallway and rape the solider waiting to kill me

This is.....this is.....this is....this is booring. This job sucks. You haven't been laid in like, a year. That's it. You're gonna rape the next thing you see. Huh? Oh...you meant rape as in ownage rape, not actual rape....gotcha. You put your schlong away and get your rifle back out. You turn the corner and look around. Not much here. Long slender hallway down there. You call your followers to your location. The three of you follow the hallway down to the next turn. The shuffling still sounds distant. Whatever they're doing over there, they're doing a lot of it.
"Caution, Lord Captain. Darkscythe smells enemies ahead...a lot of them. We should prepare for the worst."

>

[metchsteekle]

> consider lighting

[Authentic]

> consider lighting

Consider not coming to DM servers and be a troll. Like you, foqer and monster did.