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The Chronicles of Prizefighter and Amiddeus:Epdisode II:Turf
Posted By: Krazykorean4<stormchaser222@walla.com>
Date: 24 May 2005, 4:26 AM
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Appearing out of no where were Prizefighter, Amiddeus, and Guilty Spark.
"This is one of four of our newly constructed maps, and it's name is Turf. You two will be the red team, and the two arriving shortly are the blue team. Their codenames are Wondersnipe and Inevitable Death. The match starts in 3...2...1... begin." and he was gone. Without a moments hesitation, Prizefighter turned to Amiddeus and said
"Listen here dueschbag, I dont care who you are, but I'm not takin' any orders from no body, clear?"
"Crystal" snapped back Amiddeus, and with that they both went their seperate ways.
"Asshole" Amiddeus muttered under his breath. If there weren't such strict guidelines of play, he would just kill Prizefigher and take the other two on by himself. He didn't need him. He strided over behind what looked like a medical tent and found a battle rifle in a small aclove, while Prizefighter grabbed another SMG and strode briskly up a small road to the right...
On the other side of the map next to a disabled Scarab, Wondersnipe and Inevitable death decided on a quick stratagy, not knowing that Prizefighter was eavesdropping on their conversation.
"Ok, you go around to the right and see if you can find a Warthog or something," Wondersnipe said,"and I'll go to the left and get a sniper rifle and find a good hiding place." Wondersnipe's name wasn't just for show. He was a true marksman, being an elite sniper and tuning his skills ever since he entered matches. He once picked off eight opponents with only six remaining bullets( two bullets went through two people) in under 15 seconds. He was a force not to be underestimated...
Up on a balcony was Amiddeus, running down away from the medical tent, being cautious and battle rifle in hand. About to his right, he saw a small flash of blue appear then disappear into a blown open warehouse of some sort. Amiddeus slowed to almost a walk and waited a few seconds for something to happen. Suddenly, a warthog burst out of the doors, taking Amiddeus completely by surprise. It screeched to a stop and the blue person inside leaped into the back seat where the mini-gun was and opened fire on Amiddeus, who had dropped to the ground and started shooting his battle rifle. Getting low on sheilds, Amiddeus rolled to his left where the bullets couldn't reach him. He heard the firing cease and the bullets stopped zinging over his head. Amiddeus did a quick reload, waited briefly for his sheilds to recharge and slowly crawled back to his origanal spot. There was the blue Spartan(Inevitable Death) walking towards him doing a small victory dance.
"This obnoxious son of a bitch thinks I'm dead,"he thought. He slowly balanced his battle rifle, and aimed at Inevitable Deaths head. With four quick bursts of fire, Inevitable Death was sitting against a wall with a smeer or bright red blood all over the wall beind him. Breathing a sigh of relief, Amiddeus jumped off the wall, picked up the shotgun left behind by Inevitable Death, and ran to find the other guy...
--------------------5 minutes earlier----------------------
Prizefighter ducked back down behind a crate as the two blue spartans went seperate ways. Grasping his weapon of choice, duel magnums, he waited for Wondersnipe to come his direction. Wondersniper looked around, probably for a sniper rifle, and started to head into Prizefighters awaiting arms...
"Is this guy stupid or something?" Wondersnipe thought as he walked seemlingly oblivious to the red guy hiding behind a box. Wondersnipe was holding an SMG in his right hand and a Brute Plasma Rifle in his left hand. He may be an expert sniper, but that didn't mean he wasn't equally as lethal with any other weapon. He decided to taunt his opponent and looked him dirctly in the face. Then, putting his SMG in his armpit, raised his right hand and flipped him off. Then, in a flash, he took out the SMG and oopened up on him...
Awaiting his prey, Prizefighter wathced as his adversary walked towards him. But then he did something unexpected. He looked right at him! Then flipped him off! He had known he was there the entire time! Outraged, and suddenly under heavy fire, Prizefighter opened up with his duel magnums. The intense battle was over in an instant. Prizefighter was left standing, and he had the advantage, for he was under partial cover while Wondersnipe was totally open. None of the heated plasma so much as touched Prizefighter. All that was left of Wondersnipe was a limp corpse laying prone on the ground. Not a second later, Amiddeus came running in with a shotgun.
"Aww...Did I miss the fun? You shot up our boy here pretty bad, didn't leave me anything," Amiddeus said as he kicked the lifeless corpse with his boot.
"Yeah, that faggot had it coming, he had the nerve to flip me off." Prizefighter replied, not being able to wipe the grin off his face. Then came the hum of 343 Guilty Spark.
"I am amazed at you two! Not so much as a scatch on either of you, while our blue friends weren't quite so lucky." He motioned to Wondersnipe.
"And now, off to the n...wait, hold on... I'm recieving a message." Guilty Spark stayed hovering a while, and then perked back to life again.
"It seems there has been an attack on Earth. Covenant forces have broken through Earths defenses and have positioned themselves in areas all over the world."
Prizefighter and Amiddeus looked anxiously at each other, not knowing what Guilty Spark was saying. Did he want them to fight on Earth? Guilty Spark finally said
"They need all the help they can get, and you two have pretty much proven yourselves worthy to fight a real war. Quick there is no time to lose." and with that they were teleported out of the arena...
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