Very Serious Mini Stories

[completelynewguy]

snipty snib

It's art. It's pure pottery.

[Sleepy Retard]

I haven't been able to keep up with these, but starting today I should be free to pump out the rest and any extra requests.

Wewlad-Yutani.

[pixiestik]

Make one for Shaky, I need a laugh

[spartanbobby]

John 'Spartan' Murry yells "!!!"

[Recounted]

Ray Dubi encounters some boots fucking about in the cafe

[danmax67]

A random bald man single handedly manages to conquer the Almayer before the operation begins.

[RedsPro]

Recreate the Monty Python "Biggus Dickis" scene but with Bill Carson, Xur, Sam Greene, William Crimson and Erin Kowalski.

[HighGuard777]

I haven't written in a while ...
I haven't written in this genre in an even longer time ...
Here goes:

He woke to blaring alarms.
No that was just a hangover.
He had to take stock of his situation, and fast, experience had taught him that hangovers this epic had unforseen consequences if one wasn't careful.
Fist off: he wasn't alone and he didn't know who he was with.
Second off: he was sure about his location. It was his own bunkroom.
Thirdly: he was pretty sure that he, a USCM corporal had better get this 'straightened out' before he 'missed an upcoming launch'.
"Hey YOU! Get out! IT'S morning! I'm sure what I paid for is done with!"
The response and mild violence and tears that followed surprised the young Marine NCO.
Soon he was alone.
All too soon he was in a cyro chamber, praying the ancient prayer his father had taught him as he drifted off to sleep:
cry her name and she comes to me slowly,
She takes my pain as I cry her name and makes me want to see.
I lift my hands to praise her name and she blesses me slowly,
She takes my heart and fuels my art and and makes me want to be.
By blade, by fire, by hand, and by heart
she comes and comes and takes all in her soft way ...
... she is death and I am her servant.
Then in a blinding flash he was awake and had time for introspection again. He went over the litany of Dioceres in his head:
I am the Great Over-Dark.
I have preyed upon things long forgotten; in places best not remembered;
in ways I cannot hint at without leering in glee at your revulsion.
Multi-Limbed horrors from children's under-bed dreams have been a staple part of my reality
and yet I stand today.
Deep frozen forlorn adventurers in far-off northern gold rush by-ways have been my comrades
And in death my sustenance.
I have swum small-ly in rivers of blood in wars merely hinted at in your history.
On battlefield I have slain enemy unceasingly and when supply of conflicting targets grew thin
I have turned ravenously on my own.
Fear me NOT.
For if I am vile in my action I am far more duplicitous in my nature.
If I build a thing it is merely to know how to destroy a thing like it through familiarity with its parts.
If I become endeared to any it is because they have a use to me.
If I have mercy it is because I expect to have need of some myself in the future.
If I am not 'THE' Over-Dark I am part of it.
I do not bleed without cost.
I do not rage without fruit or fulfillment.
I am barely hindered, if ever, in my pursuits.
I embody the mad plotted rush at the end of overcoming in every hunt.
I do not have faith that purity will ever sway me.
I do not expect to ever meet a savior.
If I learn anything from my past I expect it to forever be:
that which protected my predations vs. anything enlightening.

It hardened him for combat.
He stood ready.
Soon he was drinking again.
Now came the alarms.

[Mook476]

That's pretty dope.

[HighGuard777]

Thanks!

[HighGuard777]

Since I can't play*yet* ...
I'll pass my time by writing another story.

He was old.
Older than than the songs that there were of old brave hunters.
He knew his name was legendary.
He had stood against prey both astounding and pathetic and knew blood and honor and the bitterness of Epic fufillment ... There was ALWAYS another hunt ... The killing NEVER ended ...
He knew true wisdom like none of his people EVER had.
He was old and had time for introspection.
But he couldn't rest on his laurels like he knew that the elderly of the 'pinklings' did ... And the 'bugs' just cast their elders aside ...
There was 'work' to do ...
Apparently he had another challenger to his 'legend' ...
His people weren't a people of words.
He would have to kill the upstart so they would listen:
He killed the challenger with ease using skill honed by countless duels.
Then he stood over the cooling corpse and shouted:
I was a HUNTER once, fast, strong, young, and smart. I stood with the deadly and was counted dangerous
amongst them. I have fought on foreign soil for things that did not own my heart and have plumbed the
depths of my soul for it's last ounce of true loyalty. I have known the loneliness of a night vigil at a distant
post and the joy of a dawn victory surrounded by hard won friends. I have defended the weak and the sacred.
I have known justice as a craftsman knows a well worn tool but too I have represented iniquity.
I cry now. Time and distance and the violence of battle has removed my health, my sanity, and the comrades I held dear.
I have never feared death, for I do not believe it to be an end except to mortal pain, and I do not fear it now.
I fear being useless. If nothing else I ask for a warm soft spot from which to tell stories to the coming generations,
so they too might one day stand, knowing they once shined in the sun and their deeds might not be forgotten.

Then the Legendary Hunter became the first storyteller amongst his people.

[KEY]

The bombs drop over germany in World War 2 as a Nazi scientist pulls out from a closet, the first Cyro Sleeper to ever be invented.
His only escape from the allies is to hide in this Cyro Sleeper and put down specific instructions on where to be transferred, knowing from the eye of Ra, an artifact he possessed----the future and the fate of the war and the future wars to come.
Off-screen and through a weird amount of transfers, he awakens aboard the Alaymer at the start of CM round, story wise.

He sneaks past all the marines getting dressed for their operation and snakes his way into research, where he mixes chemicals and takes a test tube out of the sector.
Crawling into engineering, undetected---he finds a large vent and pours the test tube into the circulation unit.

Releasing it, the disease.
An evil disease, created by Hitler's men themselves...

SUDDEN SLEEP DISORDER!

One by one, marines and crew members would fall over into a state of extreme narcolepsy.
As the Nazi scientist remained. the only one on the Alaymer.

The Aliens arrived, stepping off the Alamo.
As they all lined up, the Queen with them....and saluted.
" Hail Hitler." they chanted.

And the Nazi scientist, with a tear in his eye responded..
" Hail Hitler."

[Ghostdex]

I'm not sure if this is still going on but, how about John Donable earning the nickname 'Fixer' as a first time combat engineer?

[HighGuard777]

I'll rise to the challenge.

Three marines are sitting in a bar on Beta Volunis telling jokes and war stories when one marine goes:
"Wait, Wait, Wait. I have the best story!
So there is this shave-tail engineer who HASN'T earned a nickname yet ...
He gets caught sleeping with the Sergeant Major's virgin daughter.
The Sergeant Major is from England on Earth and when he gets mad his accent is really thick:
He says to our Platoon Leader:
Your Engineer broke 'Er! He better FIX 'ER!
So he became FIXER after that!
The platoon leader decides to punish this Marine.
This Marine was sent on the first detail to Vorcanis VII, you know the one with the big minefields, from the corporate PMC's.
This guy is told he has to come back with ten disarmed mines the first day: he comes back with twenty.
So they tell him him he has to come back with twenty the second day: he comes back with sixty.
Then 100.
Then 150.
They finally ask him to show them how he is achieving this.
He takes them to a hover loader armed with a magnetic winch and shows them how he has been using it to pluck the pressure mines out of the ground and disarm them ENMASSE.
He earned his nickname.

(not my best but I hope it works)

[MrMafioso]

Delta's Gambit Part 2

[Bobalobdob]

Henlo, a story about a commie-hating, time-traveling, 1900s-German-born CMP named Edmund Faust would be p cool ;^)