Writing n00b Hunter [M -- VL]

[James]

[color=#811C3A]Best chapter ever! I love the characterizations...and somehow I really love the inclusion of the Greek fisherman's cap. lol

This chapter is particularly well written and it's really funny. It actually made me laugh to myself quite a few times, hehe. Excellent work. ^_^[/color]

[Baron Samedi]

[size=1]How many more are there? I remember you showed me the site you made with all of the stories on there...and I have this feelings that there are a lot more left to go. Which is actually a great thing :^D

Your stories are funny, but dark, and the violence and swearing only accentuates that. But you also take a back-seat often,and know how to play off various...incidents that have occurred. I love reading this.[/size]

[MissWem]

[COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1]Pft.. this chapter completely rocked the other chapters ^_^ y'know I'm loving these stories.[/SIZE]d[/COLOR]

[Brasil]

Mmmm...James beat me with his (Admin)Rod. Mmm Mmm good. Very fun chapter, Alan, haha, very fun...yes...though, I do have one tiny complaint. Why am I being portrayed as so damn evil?!? ~_^

[Shinmaru]

[quote name='Siren']Why am I being portrayed as so damn evil?!? ~_^[/quote]

He's trying to make these a bit more realistic. :D

This is definitely my favorite chapter up to this point. It's consistently funny from start to finish, and I like the fight between Siren and Sciros. And we all know that Siren would've gotten a bitchslapping in Play It, because Des and I enjoy inflicting punishment on the masses. :cool:

[DeadSeraphim]

[quote name='Siren']Mmmm...James beat me with his (Admin)Rod. Mmm Mmm good. Very fun chapter, Alan, haha, very fun...yes...though, I do have one tiny complaint. Why am I being portrayed as so damn evil?!? ~_^[/quote]
[size=1][color=indigo][font=arial]Because it brings out your eyes. ^_~

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Shinmaru Strikes Back

While some people may not admit it, Play It, land of the free, was ruled by two people, the ever-present Desbreko, and the slightly less powerful Shinmaru, otherwise known as the myOtaku Kingpin. The two had a good relationship, and Shinmaru looked up to Desbreko for guidance when times were rough. Except...

Desbreko had a fetish. Some may call it an obsession, but it was most definitely a fetish. And this fetish involved his boot, and Shinmaru's nads. Needless to say, after more than a year working with the Lore Master, Shinmaru's testicles were in pretty bad shape, and when he went for a check up and found he was never having kids... he snapped.

'DESBREKO!' he roared, stamping over the Zelda floor rug that carpetted Desbreko's myO. 'We need to talk.' A muffled thump, then a string of curse words emitted from the backroom as Desbreko was snapped from his slumber and fell off the bed. Groaning he came out, his hair frizzled and not tied back, and his eyes red and bloodshot from reading too much Ranma 1/2 on his computer.

'Whadoyawan?' he mumbled, still asleep. Shinmaru smiled slightly.

'Revenge,' he said simpley. Desbreko's eyes widened.

'What?' the Lore Master was now completely awake, and curious.

'Revenge,' Shinmaru repeated. 'I want revenge, on you of course, for all the time's you've nad kicked me in the past.' Shinmaru's face and tone of voice were deadly serious, but Desbreko took no heed of it. Obviously the man was joking.

'Yeah, sure,' he laughed. 'Any time.' He was still laughing as he turned around and made ihs way back to the Backroom, obviously very amused at the thought of Shinmaru - THE Nad Biatch, rebelling.

He stopped laughing when a modrod came flying through the air to snap him in the back of the head, immediately locking every thread Desbreko had ever made in Play It. Including the Zelda ones.

Desbreko spun around and glared at Shinmaru, his eyes dangerously red.

'WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR??' he roared. Shinmaru wore an impish grin as he practically spat the words out.

'For revenge.' Desbreko growled. With all his Zelda posts locked , and, if Shinmaru could manage it with another attack, deleted, he was reverting to a beastial state. An evil state. He was becoming the n00b known as jcgoudy.

'HOW DARE YOU!' he howled, leaping at Shinmaru only to miss and completely shatter the well planned HTML on his myO introduction. He spun around again and lunged once more, but Shinmaru, with his hightened state of cosciousness, only laughed and sidestepped and jcgoudy smashed into the Sidebar.

Bloodied and beaten the n00b form of jcgoudy spun around, almost dead by his own machinations. He lunged once more, but instead of sidestepping Shinmaru instead whacked him with the modrod again, and at once all of Desbreko's Zelda posts were obliterated. This made him revert.

'Nooooo!' he howled. 'How could you!' Shinmaru shrugged and left, leaving th Lore Master to cry into the rug...

Weeks later, once Desbreko had recovered and unlocked EACH AND EVERY post, Shinmaru was called into the Mod Controls of Play It. Here he was confronted with not one, but FOUR Desbreko's, each a different colour. One was purple, one was green, one was red and one was blue.

'Like it?' each said in unison, waving a sword about. 'It's called the FourSword.' Shinmaru gulped. 'But we need to test it...'

[MissWem]

[COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1]Ah, I assume this will be continued..? Right.

I really don't know who I should root for though. Desbreko with his awesome nad kicking boot or the poor beaten down Shinmaru. eh.. I'll go for Shin, no one deserves to be rendered impotent. That's just mean.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Hevn]

I remember this ends here. It sure wouldn't hurt for a second part but the story is quite satisfying by itself already.

I find it difficult to choose a favorite from this series, lol.

[lea]

*finally aquired proper time to re-read everything*

Like everyone else had gushed, your stories rock. *nods* =D

I sense a talent in Alan ^_~

[Lady Asphyxia]

[font=Verdana][size=1]Ahh, Alan. The beloved n00b Hunter Series. I haven't read it for a while, but I've really loved it for a while! My particular favourite is the one involving Siren and James, simply because I know the people. Sonic Blaster -- while good -- wasn't as fun because I had no clue of what the backstory was; the price to pay for not having an operation myO, I suppose. :p [/size][/font]
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[font=Verdana][size=1]So, yes. Great work! Continue, now! *holds up a whip* Get crackin'. [/size][/font]
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[font=Verdana][size=1]P.S. I replied, finally! ^.~ [/size][/font]
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[Guest Sean]

[SIZE=1]Absolutley amazing. There all hilarious but violent at the same time, all quite unique if that makes sense. Probably doesn't. But yes I agree with Lady Katana, the Siren and James one was indeed my favourite, witty and violent. I loved the Sonic Blaster Saga, never heard of him, but hey, it's still a great set of stories.

Can't wait for your next installment of whatever it will be, lol.[/SIZE]

[DeadSeraphim]

[COLOR=Indigo][SIZE=1][FONT=Arial]Sorry, that was a one-shot. ;D Oh, and the site this refers to is my old site, which is dead. Lol.[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

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Rivals: Part 1
Shinmaru entered the White Butterfly with a sense of trepidation. It's walls were as clean as snow, and on them five doors were situated. A much out-dated plaque was embedded in thr ground, announcing this place as the home of Alan, the n00b Hunter. Out of his natural habitat, the Kingpin breathed deeply and strode across the laboratory clean floor and opened the door labeled 'Blog', hoping to find the n00b Hunter.

Instead a small robot, the words 'MT' chiseled on its back, flew up to him, scanning him for a moment before flying off again, presumably to report its findings. all was silent for a few moments, until...

'I'm in the links room,' Alan called, making Shinmaru almost jump out of his skin. Composing himself, the Kingpin closed the door to the blog and opened the Links door right next to it, finding his quarry at last.

'What do you want?' Alan asked, scanning the thumbnails of his links for webcomics that had updated, his back to the visitor. Shinmaru straightened his tie as Alan opened MegaTokyo, and said,

'He's back. Sonic Blaster has returned.' At once the screen through which Alan viewed MegaTokyo became static, and the very walls of White Butterfly began to bend as his incredibly bad temper took ahold of him. Fists of rage hung at his side, his knuckles white.

'What the FUCK did you say?' he said quietly. Shinmaru gulped.

'Sonic Blaster. He's-he's back.'

'MOTHERFUCKER!' Alan roared, smashing his fist into a wall. At once the HTML supporting it crumbled, revealing the super-strong PHP beneath. The Hunter stood there for a moment, his fist embedded in the wall, his breath coming in angry gasps. Finally he turned, his face contorted with rage.

'How much?' he asked, wild anger in his eyes. Shinmaru liked this. An angry n00b Hunter, while more ruthless, was much more efficient.

'1500 visits. Plus a few extra if you can bring him to me alive.' Alan snorted, his face briefly registering amusement before contorting once more into an angry snarl.

'You won't see him alive if I have anything to do with it.'

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Alan stalked the myOs, blasting n00bs out of his way as he went. As he walked, coming ever closer to Sonic Blaster's HOVEL, an enthusiastic AjehMan came up to him, babbling about some Indian actress until Alan turned his shotgun on him and told him to fuck off he knew what was good for him.

Needless to say, he did.

It took much negotiating of the seedier parts of myO till he found his destination, pausing for reflection as he stood outside Sonic Blaster's myO. Would the foul beast he was soon to see be an undead freak, or the same, green Sonic Blaster he had battled many a time before? Would it have an army or be by its lonesome? He smiled to himself. It didn't matter. The n00b fucker would be dead soon anyway.

He reached for the doorknob but was frozen on the spot by a commanding British voice, his hand still outstretched.

'STOP!'

Alan looked up to see Solo, cybergoth extraordinaire, walking towards him, a shining sword in his hand and a chainmail shirt barely covering his chest. His large, spiked boots echoed up and down the hallway as he came within spitting distance of the n00b Hunter, his mail glinting slightly in the dull light of the myO hallways.

Alan looked the man up and down. 'What do you want, Mr Tremaine?' he asked his rival. Solo gentley pushed Alan's hand away from the doorknob with his blade.

'I want Blaster.' Alan smirked.

'He's mine Solo. I was paid to take him out. Find your own meat.' Solo's thick, British laugh echoed up and down the hallway.

'I was also though, old friend.' He smiled. 'And believe me, Adam has considerabley deeper funds then your 'Kingpin' Shinmaru.' Alan raised an eyebrow. It was going to come to a standoff.

'Really?' he asked, before shoulder barging the Brit onto the floor and pulling out his shotgun. He pointed it at the man, and laughed.

'Adam may have deeper funds, but he didn't account for me.' With the gun still pointed at Solo, he bent down and picked up the man's sword. 'Sorry about that old chap,' he said ironically as he picked it up. 'I'd love to stay and chat but I've got people to see, places to go...' Solo scowled as the n00b Hunter kicked the door in at the handle and disappeared inside.

[Baron Samedi]

[size=1]As I said, I see no problem with this. It is quite amusing, although my heart goes out to poor Soley. Interesting to see Adam employing such shady characters as n00b-Hunters though... :p

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[Gavin]

[size=1]Another excellent set of chapters, though the Desbreko vs Shinmaru was easily my favourite, there's just something about reverting a Category Moderator to a n00b that is very entertaining. I was considering paying a visit to your MyO to get a few sneak peeks at chapters to come, however I think I prefer to read them as you see fit to post them.[/size]

[DeadSeraphim]

[COLOR=Indigo][SIZE=1][FONT=Arial]I try to post these after its got a lot of comments. Unfortunately, a lot of comments is a comedy term when talking about my stuffs. In conclusion, die.[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

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Rivals : Part2
Solo lay there on the ground for a moment, silently fuming, and watching the door through which the n00b Hunter had entered. A massive explosion suddenly shook myO too its core, and Alan came flying through the splintered remnants of Sonic Blaster's door, slightly smoking and, Solo noticed, armed only with a shotgun. He had discarded the sword evidently.

Still smoking, Alan got up and reloaded the shotgun.

'Oh you're fucked now,' he said loudly as he stormed back into the myO. Solo's anger deepened.

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As soon as Alan had entered the room he had seen Blaster sitting on the floor before him, his legs crossed and a gun across his lap. His skin shone with the sickly green it always seemed to emit, and his eyes were red with rage.

'H3llo Hun73R,' it said, unmoving. Alan grinned lop-sidedly, electing to remain silent.

Discarding the sword he had 'borrowed' from Solo only moments before. He began to raise his shotgun, but stopped when he saw Blaster was gone, having disappeared with preternatural speed. Alan scowled for a moment. Cheating bastard.

'Come out come out where-ever you are,' he sung, pacing about the room. His eyes scanned the room not registering anything till...

Blaster stood right at his face.

'80o.'

'Fuck.' Blaster pulled his fist back and punched Alan hard in the chest, instigating insane explosions around myO as he ate into everyone's visitor count. Alan flew backwards and smashed through what remained of Blaster's door, ot smash into the corridor outside it.

He reloaded his shotgun, oblivious to Solo's angry stare, and stormed back into the room, cursing as he did so.

'You won't fuck me up that easily you stinking n00b!' he roared, firing at Blaster, who, in drawing up the power of ten thousand visits, had temporarily paralyzed himself.

The bullet connected with the n00b's head, sending him reeling but not killing him. This snapped him out of the paralysis and with a mighty scream he charged at Alan. Alan grinned, and jumped out of the way mere moments before Blaster connected, watching with a satisfied smirk as the n00b smashed into the wall opposite in the outside corridor.

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'WHAT THE HELL?' Solo turned around to see Sonic Blaster lieing dazed and confused in the corridor his blood red eyes registering nothing. Solo watched for a moment, but it seems Alan wasn't coming out. Seizing his chance, Solo advanced on the n00b, pulling out a hunting knife to slay the beast once and for all.

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Alan picked up Solo's discarded sword and weighted it in his hand for a moment. Yes, this would do nicely. He held it in the air like Excalibur for a moment, before poising to strike. He pulled his arm back...

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Solo was nearly at the dazed n00b...

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And threw like there was no tomorrow. It whistled through the air, splitting the debris of HTML that seemed to litter this place, coming ever closer to its target...

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A sword, HIS sword, missed Solo by mere inches as he reached Blaster, embedding itself in the n00b's head up to the hilt. A bead of fear-provoked sweat dropped from the tip of his nose as he stood rooted to the spot, staring at the sword stuck in Blaster's head.

Looking around he saw Alan standing deep inside the myO, which was started to collapse on itself with its owner dead, a sly grin on his face. He walked slowly out and stood over Blaster's corpse beside Solo, apparently oblivious to the destruction happening in the room behind him.

'Don't fuck with the professionals, my boy,' he said finally, slapping Solo on the shoulder before walking off.

Alan's an arrogant prick, Solo thought to himself. But damn he is good at it.

[Dagger]

I can't believe it took me this long to reply. Anyway, the Sciros/Siren showdown was sheer brilliance, and I've really enjoyed the latest chapters as well. The gritty language and atmosphere are refreshing, and you use morbid humor to great effect. I'm looking forward to reading more. ^_^

~Dagger~

[MissWem]

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I sat here for awhile try to think of something intelligent to say in reference to you chapters. I can't really.. it just puts a smile on my face to read them. [/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Hevn]

n00b Hunter's alive! Bwee, I love how Solo looks, but you almost killed him with that uber smooth move you did. Cool action sequences ^_~

[DeadSeraphim]

[size=1][color=indigo][font=arial]Don't like this one alot. Lots of inside references, not well written etc etc. Enjoy.[/font][/color][/size]

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A Hunter is Born: Part 1

Alan brooded in silence in his little-known deviantART account, his mind mulling over the events of the past few days. Between the resurrection (and subsequent destruction) of Sonic Blaster, being forced to watch some 'Jiggley Butt' nonsense by Desbreko and the fact Hevn hadn't been seen for weeks, his nerves, and patience, were pretty frayed.

Needless to say, when Juuthena found him, she wasn't around the happiest camper.

'Alan?' she asked quietly, tip-toeing about the room, trying not to get sidetracked by the photos. 'Could I ask a favour?' Alan grunted non-commitally, his face turned away from her. 'Please?'

'Shoot,' he said, after what seemed to be a hellishly long silence. Juuthena looked at her red and white striped feet and wondered if she was doing the right thing. It was now or never though...

'I'd like to be a n00b Hunter.'

Alan looked at her, almost shocked, but too jaded to really feel such an emotion. He stared at her for a long time, astounded that this small girl would want to become a heartless mercenary.

'Why?'

'I dunno,' she said in way of reply. The Hunter stood up and appraised her carefully. A small Trame immediately struck him as a negative, and her rather... bright, choice of clothing would most definitely work against her. But in her eyes he saw... something. Something un-nameable, but fierce. But if it was what she really wanted...

'Follow me,' he said simply. And she did.

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The pair were at CamGen, one of the little known places on White Butterfly. It's walls, like the rest of the site, were hospital white, but three large white boards, plus a huge, grey button marred it's otherwise clean interior. Inexplicably, Alan was yelling a lot.

'Open your mother-fucking piece of shit door, don't make me rewrite your fucking source code,' he swore, striking the wall with hand and fist. Juuthena stood rooted to the spot, somewhat shocked by the severity of Alan's swearing at what was obviously not a door. Finally, it seemed Alan gave up, walking away from the motionless wall. Then, in a quiet scary voice...

'Oh, you're fucked now.'

The whole room started bending as Alan screwed with the very PHP that made it what it was, until a large, gaping hole appeared, it's insides hidden. An angry silence filled the room for a few moments, till Alan turned around again, his temper under control.

'Ladies first,' he said, gesturing.

The girl nodded and climbed through, almost tripping, and was shocked to find herself in what must have been the single biggest weapons cache on the internet. Not an inch of space was spared as swords, guns, tridents, and even shovels,'decorated' the room. She was joined a few moments later by Alan, who quickly closed the hole behind them.

A tense silence filled the room as Juuthena questioned the Hunter's motives in bringing her here. Finally, she asked:

'What are we doing here?' Alan raised an eyebrow. He thought it may have been obvious. Striding to the centre of the room he gestured about himself.

'YOU, want to be a n00b Hunter,' he said. Juuthena nodded. 'And a Hunter has to be armed.' It now dawned on her. 'Thusly, we are here to arm you with things that go 'boom'.' He walked over to one of the walls and took down a pistol that hung there, spinning on his index finger before weighting it up. It was a jet black 9mm, and packed a surprising punch despite its size.

'Obviously, a gun with as much power as a shotgun isn't ideal...' He paused. 'Yet. So let's start small, shall we?' He walked over to the girl and offered the pistol butt first. 'You have now entered the MIB,' he said as she took it. Juuthena couldn't help but laugh.

'What do we do now then?' she asked when her giggling finally stopped. The room warped a bit and Alan gestured to the hole behind her.

'We go hunt some n00bs.'

[Brasil]

[quote]'Open your mother-fucking piece of shit door, don't make me rewrite your fucking source code,' he swore, striking the wall with hand and fist.[/quote]
My favorite line in this chapter. It just reeks of Adam Sandler in Happy Gilmore ("You son of a bitch ball! Why you don't you just go home? That's your HOME! Are you too good for your home? ANSWER ME! SUCK MY WHITE ASS BALL!").

It's my favorite line in Happy Gilmore, just because it's so cruel, mean-spirited, and humorous all at the same time, and it fits perfectly within the n00b Hunter universe, because I can imagine both you and Adam Sandler screaming that line at the door. XD

[Gavin]

[QUOTE=Siren]My favorite line in this chapter. It just reeks of Adam Sandler in Happy Gilmore ("You son of a bitch ball! Why you don't you just go home? That's your HOME! Are you too good for your home? ANSWER ME! SUCK MY WHITE ASS BALL!").

It's my favorite line in Happy Gilmore, just because it's so cruel, mean-spirited, and humorous all at the same time, and it fits perfectly within the n00b Hunter universe, because I can imagine both you and Adam Sandler screaming that line at the door. XD[/QUOTE]

[SIZE=1]I was thinking the exact same thing when I read that line. Great chapter, it's given me a whole new mental picture of the N00b Hunter, I wait with eagerness to see how Juu does in her N00b Hunter training. [/SIZE]

[DeadSeraphim]

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A Hunter is Born (Part 2)

'This is Nuk3,' Alan said as he guided Juuthena through a blasted, seemingly war-torn, wasteland. 'It's the biggest n00b Haven this side of Angelfire. On it, all five hundred species of n00b congregate, minus a few of the big game like jcgoudy and n00b Summoners. It's often used as a training ground for new hunters.'

Juuthena shivered as she saw evidence of this littered around her. The corpses of n00bs were piled high, they're stomachs torn from their body and attracting small insects. Others were cruelly staked, and more still had huge gaping holes in their chests, obvious past-remnants from a shotgun blast. It was enough to make anyone sick, but Alan either didn't care, or was used to it.

'Around this area you'll mainly find your Poring-type and Anime n00bs, but occasionally you'll meet a fierce beast like the Spammer n00bs, or the Trolls and even occas--' A sound off in the distance made Juuthena grip her pistol more tightly, but she didn't say anything, instead looking over shoulder in a paranoid fashion to see nothing but dead air.

'--which is exactly why we're here.' she looked up, startled.

'Pardon?' A flicker of anger crossed Alan's features as he realized she hadn't been listening for a good portion of his monologue. His fists clenched and unclenched again, and Juuthena visibly flinched. Sighing, he pumped his shotgun and aimed it off into the distance.

'Just shoot whatever moves and I'll help you out if you get in a bind.' He fired and a loud yelp, followed by a groan was heard as something large became a victim of Alan's anger.

Juuthena nodded and looked about, noticing for the first time just how many n00bs there were in the area, who weren't actually doing anything but existing. A few were dressed in Cosplay, marking them as anime n00bs, and looked an easy enough target, and yet more were little more than human shamed goo.

Deciding to take an anime n00b, she closed one eye, sighted up the pistol and took a few soft, steps towards it before...

BAM! The shot echoed about the area as Juuthena reeled backwards, thrown by the force of the pistol. Luckily Alan was there to catch her, and she got to watch as the n00b died in a blast of yellow-blue energy, safely cradled in Alan's arms.

At once its peers crowded around where it once stood, sucking up the excess energy it had thrown out during its explosion, and Juuthena watched as a horrible ritual of cannibilism began. They swarmed over their dead peers corpse, fighting for the best bits and not caring about their aghast company.

'Fucking n00bs...' Alan cursed as they watched, till, finally, all the excess energy was gone, devoured by the small beasts that Alan hated so. Nothing remained but a small scorch mark.

Alan helped Juuthena to her feet and stood back as the inevitable happened. First she looked at her hands, noticing that they were visibly shaking. Then she looked at the scorch mark. And then it dawned on her.

'What is it.'

'I... I just...'

'I know.'

'They may just be n00bs, but...'

'Yes, I know.

She felt like throwing up, but instead crouched into a ball, rocking back and forth as the implications of life as a n00b Hunter hit her full force.

'First one's always the hardest,' Alan said almost absent-mindedly. 'And it's rare to find someone who lives this life for no reason.' The flick of a lighter was heard as Alan lit up a cigarette, a guilty pleasure he rarely indulged in.

'Why do you do it?' Juuthena asked quietly as the man inhaled the noxious smoke. 'Why do you put your life on the line?' Alan blew the smoke out and considered the question for a moment.

'I do it... because... I must.' His tone was final, and the girl knew there was more to it than that. But, given his temperament, she didn't push it. She got to her feet, clutching her elbows and shivered. Stars was starting to grace a darkening sky, and her vision was drawn to them. They were a stark contrast to the desolation of Nuk3.

'Do we continue training?' she asked, her back to him. A soft patter announced that the cigarette was exhausted, it's butt smoking slightly on the ground beside Alan's foot.

'Do you want to?' She turned to him. Her eyes burned with fierce determination, and her mouth framed but did not speak the words Alan somehow expected. I must. Alan looked at his feet, and for a moment, scratching the back of his head with the shotgun , then looked up, almost too late.

A dark, looming beast, a jcgoudy far out of its territoru, was leaping at Juuthena from behind, it's eyes glinting yellow in the ethereal dusk-light.

'JUU! BEHIND YOU!' Alan roared. Juuthena turned around to see the beast almost upon her, then, almost by instinct, she lifted the pistol and pulled the trigger, forcing it back to land with a harsh thump on the earth behind it. She stood over it, hating it for some reason Alan couldn't fathom, aimed carefull at its head and pulled the trigger again. And again. And again. Only when the dull click of an empty chamber greeted her instead did she stop, and then she collapsed.

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She slowly opened her eyes to find herself in her myO backroom, lieing full clothed in her large, queen-sized bed. Her mind was a mess, and she rolled aournd restlessly until she felt cold steel touch her thigh. The events of last night came rushing at her, and she was suddenly aware of everything up to the point where she passed out. Looking to her left, she suddenly noticed Alan sat on a chair beside her bed, dozing fitfully. A long, purple scar ran down his right cheek.

'What happened?' she asked after a long while, feeling her voice strain. Alan opened his eyes, maybe too quickly, and looked at her. His eyes were bloodshot.

'You killed the jcgoudy and passed out.'

'Was it hard bringing me back here?' He shrugged and closed his eyes.

'No harder than usual.'

'Then why the scar...?'

'Don't worry about it.' Yet again the finality in his voice silenced her, but she would have to find out about it eventually.

'I've decided to keep training to become a n00b Hunter,' she said finally, breaking the tense silence that had fallen. Alan smiled knowingly.

'For Ger?' Juuthena gasped.

'How the hell did you kn--?'

'You sleeptalk.' Without warning he stood upand stretched, running caloused fingers over the scar that marred his features. He strode for the door, speaking as he went.

'You training proper begins tomorrow. Meet me at Nuk3 at 3 PM.' He was halfway out the door when he stopped and looked back at her. 'And try and get some sleep.' And with that he left.

[Panda]

Truly amazing! I love how you have this great juxtaposition with violence and comedy. Just the right amount of both. I am looking forward to reading more.

[Lady Asphyxia]

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[font=Verdana][size=1]Write more. More, I say![/size][/font]
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[font=Verdana][size=1]* I own the damned video. Flame me not, lol.[/size][/font]

[Baron Samedi]

[size=1]Nice work Alan, although there needs to be some revising of the part where Juu shoots the jcgoudy... some of it doesn't make any sense, to be blunt. Mostly a good chapter, but that part bothered me.[/size]