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Sibs dived behind cover. Caught in the crossfire, he scrambled for a nearby alley. PR was a thing of the past and gang wars were rife everywhere. Commercialism had quickly sparked off PR wars between corporations, soon they began using more and more methods to discredit rivals- first starting with private investigators, then moving onto what were effectively spies, and soon all out mob wars broke out between the mercenaries hired by the corporations.
And the situation had been steadily growing worse. The average worker was threatened on a daily basis by the mob of rival companies, and many corporations were hiring scientific divisions to genetically modify people- or even create custom made humans from scratch- to create ‘perfect’ humans to fight in these rivalries. Of course the competition between the scientific divisions was just as violent as that between every other rival company.
Another whizzing bullet brought Sibs from his thoughts. He ran for the chain link fence, and scaled it quickly. Sibs was used to this kind of fighting- he had survived it for long enough. As he rounded the alley corner into another main road, he saw the crowds, and somehow felt safer and more threatened at the same time. Smashing glass turned Sibs’ head, and he saw a man being thrown through a bar window. Four men burst out of the bar shortly after, and started beating the man senseless, kicking his ribs, face, stomping on his legs, and pulling him up only to knock him back down again with a punch to the gut.
He nearly ran over to try and stop them. But Sibs knew the implications. He recognised the logo on their jackets, and knew that attacking them would probably get him killed. They were part of the ‘street team’ of a large company, and they were likely genetically engineered soldiers, custom made by scientists to inflict pain. Sibs hated this- humans created like robots solely to kill- but he knew that despite what they were created and raised to do, they were still human. But only just.
From above came a gunshot. One of the four men clutched at the side of his chest then fell to the floor as his leg was hit. The other three scattered and just as a third shot was fired, the fallen man rolled to his side, the bullet inches from his head. This confirmed Sibs’ suspicions- they were genetically engineered- few normal humans could run as fast as the three, and no normal human could have the reactions to roll to the side that quickly. But to Sibs’ amazement, and judging by the screams, the rest of the crowded streets’ horror, the shot man pulled himself up, and began running towards the building the shots were heard from. And scaled the metal fire escape as fast as a fit and healthy person could.
Sibs turned and began walking away. He had no wish to stay for the finale of this conflict. He began slowly walking towards the building he called home. Although the term ‘home’ was used very loosely in this case.
And the situation had been steadily growing worse. The average worker was threatened on a daily basis by the mob of rival companies, and many corporations were hiring scientific divisions to genetically modify people- or even create custom made humans from scratch- to create ‘perfect’ humans to fight in these rivalries. Of course the competition between the scientific divisions was just as violent as that between every other rival company.
Another whizzing bullet brought Sibs from his thoughts. He ran for the chain link fence, and scaled it quickly. Sibs was used to this kind of fighting- he had survived it for long enough. As he rounded the alley corner into another main road, he saw the crowds, and somehow felt safer and more threatened at the same time. Smashing glass turned Sibs’ head, and he saw a man being thrown through a bar window. Four men burst out of the bar shortly after, and started beating the man senseless, kicking his ribs, face, stomping on his legs, and pulling him up only to knock him back down again with a punch to the gut.
He nearly ran over to try and stop them. But Sibs knew the implications. He recognised the logo on their jackets, and knew that attacking them would probably get him killed. They were part of the ‘street team’ of a large company, and they were likely genetically engineered soldiers, custom made by scientists to inflict pain. Sibs hated this- humans created like robots solely to kill- but he knew that despite what they were created and raised to do, they were still human. But only just.
From above came a gunshot. One of the four men clutched at the side of his chest then fell to the floor as his leg was hit. The other three scattered and just as a third shot was fired, the fallen man rolled to his side, the bullet inches from his head. This confirmed Sibs’ suspicions- they were genetically engineered- few normal humans could run as fast as the three, and no normal human could have the reactions to roll to the side that quickly. But to Sibs’ amazement, and judging by the screams, the rest of the crowded streets’ horror, the shot man pulled himself up, and began running towards the building the shots were heard from. And scaled the metal fire escape as fast as a fit and healthy person could.
Sibs turned and began walking away. He had no wish to stay for the finale of this conflict. He began slowly walking towards the building he called home. Although the term ‘home’ was used very loosely in this case.
*Points at Turbonutter*
You're an enormous hypocrite!
*Goes away cackling*
You're an enormous hypocrite!
*Goes away cackling*
There's going to be a series? Please don't.
[Regulars will probably realise I am an enormous hypocrite writing this post, but I don't really care]
I'm not saying the "introduction" is particularly bad, but it is just so utterly unoriginal that this IS going to be (if not already) one of those stories that is exactly the same as all the others and no one reads. Even some promising series are getting tedious now, this one is tedious before it's started. Please, do everone a favour and don't continue it. By all means keep writing, just think up something new first instead of "Dystopian future, street crime, violent fighting and a lone hero walks back to the place he calls home".
Sorry if I seem to be an utter barsteward writing this, but... hang on, no I'm not. I AM an utter barsteward. However, I am writing this for your own good (and partly because I'm miffed this was going to be an interesting topic on realism in games).
[Regulars will probably realise I am an enormous hypocrite writing this post, but I don't really care]
I'm not saying the "introduction" is particularly bad, but it is just so utterly unoriginal that this IS going to be (if not already) one of those stories that is exactly the same as all the others and no one reads. Even some promising series are getting tedious now, this one is tedious before it's started. Please, do everone a favour and don't continue it. By all means keep writing, just think up something new first instead of "Dystopian future, street crime, violent fighting and a lone hero walks back to the place he calls home".
Sorry if I seem to be an utter barsteward writing this, but... hang on, no I'm not. I AM an utter barsteward. However, I am writing this for your own good (and partly because I'm miffed this was going to be an interesting topic on realism in games).
It's supposed to be a kind of introduction to the kind of world the series is taking place in, just getting the reader to grips with the kind of theme the rest if the stories will take.
That was quite good, but a little shorter than it could have been. A little too based around you... if you know what I'm saying, but then, it was meant to be, wasn't it?
Dont' mind me.... I'm just stoned at this time in the morning. :-)
Dont' mind me.... I'm just stoned at this time in the morning. :-)
Sibs dived behind cover. Caught in the crossfire, he scrambled for a nearby alley. PR was a thing of the past and gang wars were rife everywhere. Commercialism had quickly sparked off PR wars between corporations, soon they began using more and more methods to discredit rivals- first starting with private investigators, then moving onto what were effectively spies, and soon all out mob wars broke out between the mercenaries hired by the corporations.
And the situation had been steadily growing worse. The average worker was threatened on a daily basis by the mob of rival companies, and many corporations were hiring scientific divisions to genetically modify people- or even create custom made humans from scratch- to create ‘perfect’ humans to fight in these rivalries. Of course the competition between the scientific divisions was just as violent as that between every other rival company.
Another whizzing bullet brought Sibs from his thoughts. He ran for the chain link fence, and scaled it quickly. Sibs was used to this kind of fighting- he had survived it for long enough. As he rounded the alley corner into another main road, he saw the crowds, and somehow felt safer and more threatened at the same time. Smashing glass turned Sibs’ head, and he saw a man being thrown through a bar window. Four men burst out of the bar shortly after, and started beating the man senseless, kicking his ribs, face, stomping on his legs, and pulling him up only to knock him back down again with a punch to the gut.
He nearly ran over to try and stop them. But Sibs knew the implications. He recognised the logo on their jackets, and knew that attacking them would probably get him killed. They were part of the ‘street team’ of a large company, and they were likely genetically engineered soldiers, custom made by scientists to inflict pain. Sibs hated this- humans created like robots solely to kill- but he knew that despite what they were created and raised to do, they were still human. But only just.
From above came a gunshot. One of the four men clutched at the side of his chest then fell to the floor as his leg was hit. The other three scattered and just as a third shot was fired, the fallen man rolled to his side, the bullet inches from his head. This confirmed Sibs’ suspicions- they were genetically engineered- few normal humans could run as fast as the three, and no normal human could have the reactions to roll to the side that quickly. But to Sibs’ amazement, and judging by the screams, the rest of the crowded streets’ horror, the shot man pulled himself up, and began running towards the building the shots were heard from. And scaled the metal fire escape as fast as a fit and healthy person could.
Sibs turned and began walking away. He had no wish to stay for the finale of this conflict. He began slowly walking towards the building he called home. Although the term ‘home’ was used very loosely in this case.
And the situation had been steadily growing worse. The average worker was threatened on a daily basis by the mob of rival companies, and many corporations were hiring scientific divisions to genetically modify people- or even create custom made humans from scratch- to create ‘perfect’ humans to fight in these rivalries. Of course the competition between the scientific divisions was just as violent as that between every other rival company.
Another whizzing bullet brought Sibs from his thoughts. He ran for the chain link fence, and scaled it quickly. Sibs was used to this kind of fighting- he had survived it for long enough. As he rounded the alley corner into another main road, he saw the crowds, and somehow felt safer and more threatened at the same time. Smashing glass turned Sibs’ head, and he saw a man being thrown through a bar window. Four men burst out of the bar shortly after, and started beating the man senseless, kicking his ribs, face, stomping on his legs, and pulling him up only to knock him back down again with a punch to the gut.
He nearly ran over to try and stop them. But Sibs knew the implications. He recognised the logo on their jackets, and knew that attacking them would probably get him killed. They were part of the ‘street team’ of a large company, and they were likely genetically engineered soldiers, custom made by scientists to inflict pain. Sibs hated this- humans created like robots solely to kill- but he knew that despite what they were created and raised to do, they were still human. But only just.
From above came a gunshot. One of the four men clutched at the side of his chest then fell to the floor as his leg was hit. The other three scattered and just as a third shot was fired, the fallen man rolled to his side, the bullet inches from his head. This confirmed Sibs’ suspicions- they were genetically engineered- few normal humans could run as fast as the three, and no normal human could have the reactions to roll to the side that quickly. But to Sibs’ amazement, and judging by the screams, the rest of the crowded streets’ horror, the shot man pulled himself up, and began running towards the building the shots were heard from. And scaled the metal fire escape as fast as a fit and healthy person could.
Sibs turned and began walking away. He had no wish to stay for the finale of this conflict. He began slowly walking towards the building he called home. Although the term ‘home’ was used very loosely in this case.