[quote=“ajwilli1, post:3114, topic:441”][quote=“FoobyDude, post:3110, topic:441”](It wasn’t pretty, Don’t read below if you don’t like sadness or imagining gore)
What really happened in game was snow was hit with at least 3 blasts before death, and foxy put up a very hard but fruitless fight to stay alive, If I remember correctly Foxy had lost 80% percent of her limbs and was unable to fight back in any sense, just crawl in a depressing attempt to escape before he finished her off.
Here you go Foobie, I can make that ten times worse and gorier, and a wee bit more dramatic:
Going to put a warning label on this: NSFW (Well you got gore and I made the guy who killed both of them sadistic)
[spoiler=Ambush, as told through Foxy’s perspective]There was a bright flash of white, I didn’t know what was going on. A wicked hiss echoed throughout the street… followed by something that made my heart drop. [color=red]BLAM[/color] My vision began to clear up as I saw Snow clutching their shoulder, blood oozed from the wound and large scraps of flesh painted the cold asphalt. I couldn’t react in time to the second shot that ripped through the side of Snow’s gut, they fell to the side walk as he appeared… that bastard. He ejected the next shell with one hand, it bouncing off of Snow’s head. Slowly he put the barrel of the gun up to their head, pulled the trigger, and with a explosion for grey matter and bone fragments my only friend was gone.
[color=purple]“YOU BASTARD!”[/color], I shouted out with tears in my eyes as I pulled out my gun. I couldn’t keep my aim steady, I was just so [color=red]furious[/color], the gun jerked around in my hands each time I pulled the trigger, and each shot was a miss. He kept laughing as he approached closer, that was when I realized it was over. I scrambled to my feet to run, when I felt my leg go out from under me, I landed hard on my back, everything felt cold as I looked down. A few feet away I saw my leg, I looked down to see the oozing stump that used to be my leg, spurting out ridiculous amounts of blood.
He laughed again as he pumped the next round into the gun.
Flopping onto my stomach I broke into a crawl, desperate to get away. My hands scraping and clawing against the asphalt, tearing away the top layer of flesh on my calloused hands. Another shot rang out, and I fell flat on my face. I could barely move, everything felt numb, and I could hear him behind me loading his gun. Moving over onto my back, I saw my entire left arm hanging on by loose strands of tendon. It was over, there was no point in fighting, time to just accept it. His grey helmet glimmered in the sunlight, his face obstructed… good, I don’t want to know what kind of horror lied dormant underneath that helmet. With one hand he lifted the barrel and pressed it against my head, I took a dee- [color=red]BLAM[/color][/spoiler]
Now I feel terrible, I’m going to go write about sunshine, rainbows, and finding a stockpile of beans in a nice house in Cataclysm.[/quote]
Here’s some anti-terrible for you.
Now here’s a touching story, They died. But lived happily ever after. -TF2’s Sniper
This will be continued.
