Bluefire: Welcome to the range, newcomer. I'm a man of my time, so i'll keep it simple.
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^No homophobia, transphobia or any other forms of phobia. Please.
^No racism. It's common sense, man.
^Don't be a creep. Pedophilic, zoophilic and etc behaviour will not go unpunished. Same goes for unsolicited NSFW or any other shit.
^NO. DRAMA. OK? Keep it to the DM's.
^Be cool, have fun.
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Here's somebody you can talk to:
Alexander "Bluefire" Yavorsky(pic 1) - The main guy. Personality is as follows: Chill most of the time, but when it comes to combat, he locks the fuck in. Should be noted that he tends to get psychotic during combat, especially close quarters. He/Him, 25 đˇđē
Friday(pic 2) - A protogen from the PVAF(Private Vytac Armed Forces). Chill most of the time, performs well in combat, especially close range. He/Him, 29 đŠđĒ
Kasaro(pic 3) - Another protogen, this time he's an operative of the Nerotonin-4 Division of PVAF. Goes without saying that he does well in combat like any other PVAF operative. He/Him, 27 đŽđĒ
ROSTER UPDATE:
New characters have arrived to the ask roster!
Here they are:
Maverick "Deadcell" Jackson(pic 1) - A PVAF Operative of American origin, and a leader for a squad which will not be disclosed. Pretty chill if you ask me. Does well in CQC/CQB and combat in general. He/Him, 32 đēđ¸
Gorrister "Zastava" Kernän(Pic 2) - A PVAF Operative of Scottish origin. A good guy in general. Goes without saying that he preforms well in combat, be it be it ranged or Close Quarters. He/Him, 35 đ´ķ §ķ ĸķ ŗķ Ŗķ ´ķ ŋ/đŦđ§
(those pictures were definitely not taken from the game "Ready or Not")
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Bluefire: One last thing, gonna fill you in on what PVAF is.
Private Vytac Armed Forces, or PVAF for short, is an International Security Organization, founded by Aartis Vytac and was once stationed in Japan but has moved HQ to Germany,
PVAF is a fictional organization, ownership rights belong to Hanza, a good friend of mine.
Bluefire: Alright, that's about it. Have fun.
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2026 edit:
New speexh format for this blog! Totally not yoinked from Call of Duty's subtitle style! :D
Example:
Name(Hostile): Speech
Name(Neutral): Speech
Name(Ally): Speech
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OOC:
- I'm from the GMT+7 timezone
- I'm 17
- This blog may be the definition of "identity Crisis"(RP, Art, Chill and etc)
- Might not always be active
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FANFIC COLLECTION:
Project: STRANDED (ONGOING) - A crossover fanfic of Alterring the Outcome(A Henry Stickmin Collection fanstory written by Alterrune) and Project Meltdown(A storyline written by Me and Hanza) starring Kyle "Alterrune" Cross as the protagonist who ended up in quarantined Gernany at the worst possible time. Will he survive?
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(â ī¸ WARNING! This fanfic includes triggers such as: Blood, Death, Violence, Body Horror, Gore, and other disturbing content. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.)
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[XX.07.2025][7:21PM]
[We cut to a door. As it swings open and slams onto a concrete wall, we see Alter emerge from it, immediately tripping and almost falling down on to the concrete floor, but quickly catching his balance.]
[He turns around, running up to the door with the intent to close it, but was too late as 3 zombies bolt into the room. All 3 unarmed, with white glowing pupils atop the blackened eyes.]
Oh for fuck's sake!
[One of the zeds runs towards Alter at surprising speeds and attacks him, swinging at him with its bare hands, Alter ducks under the attack, and then promptly upper-cuts the zed with his G17.]
[After which he fired his gun at the zombie's head, succesfuly landing all shots, bursting it's head open and shooting the remains of its head, killing it in the process.]
[Another zed rushed at Alter from the side, swinging at him with its hands, Alter side-steps to the back, evading the swing, then driving the heel of his right foot into its right knee, making it collapse onto its left knee. As he turns to the right he sees the third zed running at him, but couldn't react fast enough when it slammed into him, both of them crashing onto the floor, the zed landing ontop of him.]
AH SHIT!--
[Alter jams his right forearm under its throat, trying to get it off as it tries to bite him, but it pushes even harder.]
Get the FUCK off'a me!
[Alter manages to push the zed off him with his right foot, pushing it to the left, he then gets up on his feet faster than the zed could. He holsters his G17, and then unslinging his Halligan Bar. By the time he did that, the zed just recovered and got back up on its feet.]
Bring it on, fuckers.
[The zombie runs up to Alter, swinging its claws at him from below, Alter deflects the attack, then shoves the zombie back. Before Alter could make his move, the other zombie, which was very much alive and kicking, swung at him from the left, Alter couldn't react, the zombie landed the hit.]
[The hit was relatively weak, but it still hurt. Alter turns to the left, just when the same zombie swings at him again, he side-steps to the left, evading the attack, then swings his Halligan Bar at the zombie, wedging the Adze of he Halligan Bar into the zombie's skull with a sickening crack.]
[He pulls the Adze off the zed with his foot, tearing off a piece of the zed's skull in the process. It's dead on the spot.]
[The last zed, the same one Alter shoved back, recovered and is back on its feet, it runs up to Alter swinging at him its hands, Alter ducks under, then shoves the again with the Halligan Bar, this time, knocking it off its feet. Before it could get up, Alter places his right foot on its chest, lifting the Halligan Bar up...]
[Then swinging it downward, piercing its skull with the Adze, killing it in the process. He pulls the Adze off of it, tearing off a piece of its face too.]
[Taking a second to catch his breath, his view instantly switches to the door that he came from, which is still open. Alter slings his Halligan Bar, running up to the door, closing it, then locking the latch. He then leans against the door, catching his breath.]
...
Okay...
[He turns around, his back leaning against the door.]
Now, then...
How do I get outta here..?
[He gets up, looking around. The room that he is in appears to be a sort of central sewage reservoir. There's 3 big-ass tunnels. One on the left, one in the middle, and one on the right. Then there's a sort of structure above Alter's head, with a metallic staircase on the left leading up to it.]
This looks important.
[So he walks up to the staircase, despite the fact that it's so rusted to the point that it could collapse at any given moment, he stills climbs it up. At the top of the structure, there's an office pod. Alter walks up to the door of the office pod, pulling the door handle to see if it's unlocked, no joy.]
Locked. Ofcourse.
[The office pod thankfuly has windows, so Alter peeks inside it, but it doesn't make it any easier, the windows are boarded up too much, that he can barely see shit. However he does catch a glimpse of what looks like a map of the sewers, but he still couldn't make out what's on the map.]
Gotta get in there somehow...
[Alter takes a look around. That's when he noticed that on the right is a text written in blood.]
"Mein KÃļrper mag bleiben, aber meine Seele wird frei sein"
[There's also bloody footprints on the metallic floor.]
...Creepy...
[He follows the footprints, it goes down the staircase. And then it leads to the leftmost sewer tunnel.]
Oh what the fuck, dude...
*Inhale...*
*Exhale...*
Okay...
Well, whoever wrote that must have the keys...
[And so he steps into the sewage water, walking through the tunnel.]
Oh the smell is horrible...
---***---
[So after a good few minutes of walking down the tunnel through ankle-high liquified filth, with the flashlight mounted on his G17, he stops walking as he saw something rather disturbing...]
[And I shit you not, that is one fat motherfucker.]
Jesus christ...
[And this fat zombie is standing next to a mutilated corpse of what seems to be the sewer maintenance worker. The fat zombie turned around and saw Alter. And without warning, it started charging at him.]
[And fires 2 shots at it before his gun ran out of ammo.]
God damn it..!
[Those two shots only enraged the fat zed, charging at Alter faster then attempting to grab him, Alter ducks under the grab, shoving the fatass zed back a few steps. He holsters his G17, and unslings his Hallgan Bar. When the fat zed charges at him again, he swings the Halligan Bar...]
HRRAAAAH!
[CRACK! SPLASH!]
[...wedging the Pick into the fat zombie's left side of its bald head, pushing it downward and pulling the pick out, before swinging upward once more...]
RRAAAH!!
[CRACK!!]
[...and wedging the Adze into its skull. Alter pulls it off the zed, tearing off a chunk of its skull.]
[Alter takes a moment to catch his breath...]
...Ugly fuck...
[Then the next moment, a sound is heard from the far end of the tunnel.]
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..?
[...]
[...]
[...]
[...]
[...]
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[Then, a blood-curdling scream is heard from the far end of the tunnel. That doesn't sound good.]
Oh fuck...
[The scream sent Alter into panick, as he runs up to the mawled corpse, searching it, and eventually finding a metal key ring, with a bunch of keys attached to it.]
> 1 | KEY RING
Yes..!
[He pockets the key ring, turns to the light source, the same way he entered the tunnel from, and started running.]
[There's splashes heard from behind Alter, and one thing for sure is that those splashes are getting closer...]
[Just when he thought he won't make it, he managed to get to the tunnel's exit, the same place he entered from, and he goes up the staircase to the office pod. Reaching it, and out of breath, he pulls the key ring out, panicked like a cat, he fumbles through the keys.]
C'mon c'mon c'mon, where the fuck is the office key??!
[He then spots a golden key with paper taped onto it, labled "BÃRO".]
YES!
[He jams the key into the door's lock, turning it counterclock-wise, pulling it out, and then shouldering it open with a]
[BOOM!]
[By the time he got into the office, a lot of zombies rushed into the reservoir, looking for the cause of the noise. Alter darts his eyes across the room, finding a light switch, flicking it off and closing the door without making a noise, then flipping the door lock slowly enough until it clicks. Then lays flat on the carpeted floor, praying for dear life...]
[As he was hiding, he heard the unholy screams and the spits pf fury of the zombies, anger and shouting that genuinly sound like it came from their deepest cores of malice...]
[...]
[5 minutes in.]
[...]
[15...]
[20...]
[...]
[The sounds have ceased.]
[...Alter slowly gets up, then peaks through the boarded windows.]
[...No zombies in sight.]
...Thank god...
[Realising that turning the light back on would be risky, he resorts to the flashlight mounted on his empty G17.]
[The light pierces tha darkness, as Alter looks around the room, he finds the map of the sewers. Hung up on a wall in a metalic frame.]
Oh hey... Almost forgot about you...
[He walks up to the map, examining it thoroughly. One particular detail caught his eye. Specifically that one mark where he thinks the surface access could be at.]
There it is... okay, might aswell just...
[He reaches into his pockets and pulls out his phone. Surprisingly enough, it survived the crash landing with only the screen having scratches and it thankfuly turns on too. But here's the problem:]
9% đ
Oh god damn it, did I forget to charge it again..?
...Well, not like it matters anymore...
[He takes the photo of the map, turning his phone off and then putting it back in his pocket.]
Alright. While I'm here, I might aswell look for anything useful.
Let's see here...
[Okay. Desk. What do we have? Framed photos, paperwork, lamp, glass ashtray, pens and pencils, and... what's this? A diary sits on the desk, the cover has some specks of blood.]
?
[Curiousoty kills the cat, as Alter opens the diary, wondering what could be on it. Okay, well, here's something. Though it's all written in German.]
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â Die ScheiÃe ist jetzt richtig am Dampfen. Da oben ist inzwischen ein verdammtes Kriegsgebiet. FrÃŧher hab ich es gehasst, jeden Tag zu diesem beschissenen Job zu kommen, aber gerade gibt es keinen anderen Ort, an dem ich lieber wäre!
â Garret und ich haben die meisten TÃŧren auf dieser Ebene verriegelt und versiegelt. Hier kommt nichts rein. Wir stehen zwar rund um die Uhr knietief in der ScheiÃe, aber das ist immer noch besser, als bei lebendigem Leib gefressen zu werden. Wir haben etwas MÃŧll durchwÃŧhlt und eine alte Machete gefunden.
â Wir sind runter auf Ebene 3 gegangen. Der Fernseher und die Wartungskameras in der Verwertungsstation sind tot. Die Schaltkreise mÃŧssen durchgebrannt sein, aber ich kann sie nicht reparieren, weil Lens sie letzte Woche komplett verkackt hat, als er daran herumgeflickt hat.
â Ich habe eine Kiste mit Pornomagazinen gefunden, die ich vÃļllig vergessen hatte. Das wird mich eine Weile beschäftigen. Inzwischen treiben Leichen in den Hauptabwasserrinnen herum. Keine Ahnung, wie die da hingekommen sind.
â Garret ist zur Ãberwachungsstation gegangen, aber er ist nicht zurÃŧckgekommen. Ich gebe ihm noch etwa eine Stunde, bevor ich nach ihm suche.
â Oh mein Gott. Ich bin gerade eingenickt, als plÃļtzlich ein gewaltiger Knall an der TÃŧr zum Waschraum zu hÃļren war! Ich bin hingegangen, um nachzusehen, und da war Garret! Sein Gesicht und sein ganzer KÃļrper waren vÃļllig zerfetzt, Ãŧberall war verdammtes Blut! Dann sah ich etwas am Rand meines Sichtfelds in die Dunkelheit huschen. Ich hatte solche Angst, dass ich die TÃŧr zugeschlagen und seinen KÃļrper einfach liegen gelassen habe!
â Ich kann nicht einmal zu lange in diese Tunnel starren, ohne dass sich mir die verdammten Nackenhaare aufstellen. Manchmal glaube ich, aus dem Augenwinkel Schatten zu sehen, die sich bewegen, aber sobald ich hinschaue, sind sie verschwunden.
â Ich war gerade bei der Ãberwachungsstation, und ich schwÃļre, ich habe jemanden meinen Namen rufen hÃļren. Als ich mich umdrehte und ein verdammtes Paar weiÃer Augen sah, das mich anstarrte, bin ich sofort zur TÃŧr hinausgerannt! Ab jetzt gehe ich nicht mehr zur anderen Station, und ich verlasse diesen Posten nicht mehr.
â Wo zum Teufel habe ich meine Machete hingelegt?! Habe ich sie bei der anderen Station vergessen?! Sie kommen, um mich umzubringen! Ich kann sie hÃļren! Ich hätte oben bleiben und zur Polizeiwache gehen sollen, als ich die Durchsage gehÃļrt habe!
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...
[He leaves the diary open.]
Okay... What else? What else is there..?
[Then begins searching the drawers.]
[Okay, junk, junk, papers, more junk, stationary... oh hey. One of the drawers has an Adrenaline stim.]
Sweet.
[He takes the Adrenaline stim, pocketing it.]
> 1 | ADRENALINE STIM
[...Well, that's the entire room searched, and that's all he could find. With that in mind, Alter proceeds to open the office door slightly, checking for any dangers. It's clear. He then exits the office pod, and heads down the staircase.]
[Now, according to the map, his best bet would be to take the tunnel on the middle.]
Okay... Well, here goes nothing.
[And he sets off to find the surface access.]
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[Alright, let's say it's been a good while of walking through the tunnel. Again. Except here's the difference, instead of seeing another fatass zombie, Alter spots a corpse, a conveniently placed one really, resting against a wall. The corpse has black digitial camouflage uniform, and the same gear that he saw on the guys back at the hospital. Looks like he bled to death.]
Ah shit...
[He goes up to the corpse, inspecting it up close.]
Poor bastard.
[Upon even closer inspection, he notices: the fallen soldier has a backpack on him and another gun slinged on it, which is a shotgun. Alter has come to a decision to yoink the backpack with the shotgun off the dead guy.]
You won't be needing that anymore...
[He then unzips the backpack, checking its contents.]
[Jackpot.]
[Alter puts the backpack on, his Halligan Bar now propperly slinged.]
Thanks, dude.
[Alter unholsters his G17 with intention to reload it now that he has ammo.]
[After replacing the mag with a new, loaded one, and pulling the slide, sending the round to the chamber, he holsters his G17, and unslings the shotgun, which is a Beretta A300 Ultima.]
Okay let's see here...
[The gun appears to be in good condition. He pulls the charging handle slightly, checking the chamber. It's loaded. What about the tube? He pushes his left hand's thumb into the loading breach, then feeling the pressure on the tube.]
[7+1/7]
Amazing.
[He pulls the thumb out of the loading breach, slinging the Beretta A300.]
Alright.
[And so he keeps going.]
[And after about a minute or so, Alter sees 3 zombies standing still. Doesn't look like they've spotted him yet. Alter still unslings his Beretta A300.]
Ofcourse...
[Alter slowly approaches the 3 zeds, pre-aiming his Beretta A300 at them. One of the zed's heads snapped towards him.]
[The zed turned fully toward Alter, letting out a blood curdling scream. The rest of the zeds turned toward him, and the moment all of them have seen him, they broke into a sprint.]
[Alter aims his Beretta A300, letting them get close enough, then...]
[...Fires one shot at the first zombie's head, one dead. Two shots and the second, the first to its shoulder then its head. Two dead. The third one got too close, but Alter shoves it back with his Beretta A300's stock, aiming it again at the third zed, then firing the shot at its head. all three dead. Taking the time he has, he places his shotgun over his shoulder, reaching into his backpack and pulling 4 shells out of it, loading them into the shotgun using the quadload technique. then reshoulder the gun. It wasn't long enough before another 2 came at him.]
Oh goodie..
[The zombies are running towards Alter, he aims his shotgun once more...]
[...The first shot went to the first zombie's head, its head burst open and is dead on the spot. The second shot goes to the zombie's leg, ripping it off and knocking the zombie off its feet, but the zombie remains alive and is now crawling toward Alter. When it got close enough, he stomped its head in, then firing at it the third time, killing it for real.]
[Out of breath, he scans the enviroment, looking for any other zeds...]
Anyone else..? No?
...Good.
[He slings his Beretta A300 again. Focusing on getting the hell out of here, he continued his walk.]
---***---
[Took him quite a while(again), turning many corners and entering sewer tunnels that increasingly had more filth and garbage. At one point, he enters a pipe, and after walking through it a good bit, he saw a marking on the wall that is written in printed letters:]
OBERFLÃCHENZUGANG 3 - 8 â
[...Hoping for the best, he followed the arrow, and to his relief, he saw a ladder that leads to a manhole.]
Oh thank fuck, finally...
[He approached the ladder and started climbing it.]
Get me the fuck out of here...
[When he reached the top, he pushed his hand against the manhole lid...]
[...And just like that, he managed to lift the lid up, and pushing it to the side, allowing him to climb out onto the streets.]
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SETTINGS
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EXIT TO DESKTOP
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LEVEL 2 END
Level transition: Sewers >>> Streets
DISPLAY CREDITS:
Alterring the Outcome, Kyle "Alterrune" Cross: @alterrune
The Henry Stickmin Collection: PuffballsUnited/Innersloth
Artwork credits: @alexboi301, Idle_Guest
Sprites used: Boohzuh, @alexboi301, INK, S.T.A.L.K.E.R. Call of Chernobyl
Shoutout to the amazing @alexboi301 for making something so amazing. This is one of many reasons why you're both part of the "AtO All-Star Askers" and why you're listed in the Vs. RetroSpecter Kyle Mod's credits section, dude.
(â ī¸ WARNING! This fanfic includes triggers such as: Blood, Death, Violence, Body Horror, Gore, and other disturbing content. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.)
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[XX.07.2025][7:21PM]
[We cut to a door. As it swings open and slams onto a concrete wall, we see Alter emerge from it, immediately tripping and almost falling down on to the concrete floor, but quickly catching his balance.]
[He turns around, running up to the door with the intent to close it, but was too late as 3 zombies bolt into the room. All 3 unarmed, with white glowing pupils atop the blackened eyes.]
Oh for fuck's sake!
[One of the zeds runs towards Alter at surprising speeds and attacks him, swinging at him with its bare hands, Alter ducks under the attack, and then promptly upper-cuts the zed with his G17.]
[After which he fired his gun at the zombie's head, succesfuly landing all shots, bursting it's head open and shooting the remains of its head, killing it in the process.]
[Another zed rushed at Alter from the side, swinging at him with its hands, Alter side-steps to the back, evading the swing, then driving the heel of his right foot into its right knee, making it collapse onto its left knee. As he turns to the right he sees the third zed running at him, but couldn't react fast enough when it slammed into him, both of them crashing onto the floor, the zed landing ontop of him.]
AH SHIT!--
[Alter jams his right forearm under its throat, trying to get it off as it tries to bite him, but it pushes even harder.]
Get the FUCK off'a me!
[Alter manages to push the zed off him with his right foot, pushing it to the left, he then gets up on his feet faster than the zed could. He holsters his G17, and then unslinging his Halligan Bar. By the time he did that, the zed just recovered and got back up on its feet.]
Bring it on, fuckers.
[The zombie runs up to Alter, swinging its claws at him from below, Alter deflects the attack, then shoves the zombie back. Before Alter could make his move, the other zombie, which was very much alive and kicking, swung at him from the left, Alter couldn't react, the zombie landed the hit.]
[The hit was relatively weak, but it still hurt. Alter turns to the left, just when the same zombie swings at him again, he side-steps to the left, evading the attack, then swings his Halligan Bar at the zombie, wedging the Adze of he Halligan Bar into the zombie's skull with a sickening crack.]
[He pulls the Adze off the zed with his foot, tearing off a piece of the zed's skull in the process. It's dead on the spot.]
[The last zed, the same one Alter shoved back, recovered and is back on its feet, it runs up to Alter swinging at him its hands, Alter ducks under, then shoves the again with the Halligan Bar, this time, knocking it off its feet. Before it could get up, Alter places his right foot on its chest, lifting the Halligan Bar up...]
[Then swinging it downward, piercing its skull with the Adze, killing it in the process. He pulls the Adze off of it, tearing off a piece of its face too.]
[Taking a second to catch his breath, his view instantly switches to the door that he came from, which is still open. Alter slings his Halligan Bar, running up to the door, closing it, then locking the latch. He then leans against the door, catching his breath.]
...
Okay...
[He turns around, his back leaning against the door.]
Now, then...
How do I get outta here..?
[He gets up, looking around. The room that he is in appears to be a sort of central sewage reservoir. There's 3 big-ass tunnels. One on the left, one in the middle, and one on the right. Then there's a sort of structure above Alter's head, with a metallic staircase on the left leading up to it.]
This looks important.
[So he walks up to the staircase, despite the fact that it's so rusted to the point that it could collapse at any given moment, he stills climbs it up. At the top of the structure, there's an office pod. Alter walks up to the door of the office pod, pulling the door handle to see if it's unlocked, no joy.]
Locked. Ofcourse.
[The office pod thankfuly has windows, so Alter peeks inside it, but it doesn't make it any easier, the windows are boarded up too much, that he can barely see shit. However he does catch a glimpse of what looks like a map of the sewers, but he still couldn't make out what's on the map.]
Gotta get in there somehow...
[Alter takes a look around. That's when he noticed that on the right is a text written in blood.]
"Mein KÃļrper mag bleiben, aber meine Seele wird frei sein"
[There's also bloody footprints on the metallic floor.]
...Creepy...
[He follows the footprints, it goes down the staircase. And then it leads to the leftmost sewer tunnel.]
Oh what the fuck, dude...
*Inhale...*
*Exhale...*
Okay...
Well, whoever wrote that must have the keys...
[And so he steps into the sewage water, walking through the tunnel.]
Oh the smell is horrible...
---***---
[So after a good few minutes of walking down the tunnel through ankle-high liquified filth, with the flashlight mounted on his G17, he stops walking as he saw something rather disturbing...]
[And I shit you not, that is one fat motherfucker.]
Jesus christ...
[And this fat zombie is standing next to a mutilated corpse of what seems to be the sewer maintenance worker. The fat zombie turned around and saw Alter. And without warning, it started charging at him.]
[And fires 2 shots at it before his gun ran out of ammo.]
God damn it..!
[Those two shots only enraged the fat zed, charging at Alter faster then attempting to grab him, Alter ducks under the grab, shoving the fatass zed back a few steps. He holsters his G17, and unslings his Hallgan Bar. When the fat zed charges at him again, he swings the Halligan Bar...]
HRRAAAAH!
[CRACK! SPLASH!]
[...wedging the Pick into the fat zombie's left side of its bald head, pushing it downward and pulling the pick out, before swinging upward once more...]
RRAAAH!!
[CRACK!!]
[...and wedging the Adze into its skull. Alter pulls it off the zed, tearing off a chunk of its skull.]
[Alter takes a moment to catch his breath...]
...Ugly fuck...
[Then the next moment, a sound is heard from the far end of the tunnel.]
...
..?
[...]
[...]
[...]
[...]
[...]
[...]
[Then, a blood-curdling scream is heard from the far end of the tunnel. That doesn't sound good.]
Oh fuck...
[The scream sent Alter into panick, as he runs up to the mawled corpse, searching it, and eventually finding a metal key ring, with a bunch of keys attached to it.]
> 1 | KEY RING
Yes..!
[He pockets the key ring, turns to the light source, the same way he entered the tunnel from, and started running.]
[There's splashes heard from behind Alter, and one thing for sure is that those splashes are getting closer...]
[Just when he thought he won't make it, he managed to get to the tunnel's exit, the same place he entered from, and he goes up the staircase to the office pod. Reaching it, and out of breath, he pulls the key ring out, panicked like a cat, he fumbles through the keys.]
C'mon c'mon c'mon, where the fuck is the office key??!
[He then spots a golden key with paper taped onto it, labled "BÃRO".]
YES!
[He jams the key into the door's lock, turning it counterclock-wise, pulling it out, and then shouldering it open with a]
[BOOM!]
[By the time he got into the office, a lot of zombies rushed into the reservoir, looking for the cause of the noise. Alter darts his eyes across the room, finding a light switch, flicking it off and closing the door without making a noise, then flipping the door lock slowly enough until it clicks. Then lays flat on the carpeted floor, praying for dear life...]
[As he was hiding, he heard the unholy screams and the spits pf fury of the zombies, anger and shouting that genuinly sound like it came from their deepest cores of malice...]
[...]
[5 minutes in.]
[...]
[15...]
[20...]
[...]
[The sounds have ceased.]
[...Alter slowly gets up, then peaks through the boarded windows.]
[...No zombies in sight.]
...Thank god...
[Realising that turning the light back on would be risky, he resorts to the flashlight mounted on his empty G17.]
[The light pierces tha darkness, as Alter looks around the room, he finds the map of the sewers. Hung up on a wall in a metalic frame.]
Oh hey... Almost forgot about you...
[He walks up to the map, examining it thoroughly. One particular detail caught his eye. Specifically that one mark where he thinks the surface access could be at.]
There it is... okay, might aswell just...
[He reaches into his pockets and pulls out his phone. Surprisingly enough, it survived the crash landing with only the screen having scratches and it thankfuly turns on too. But here's the problem:]
9% đ
Oh god damn it, did I forget to charge it again..?
...Well, not like it matters anymore...
[He takes the photo of the map, turning his phone off and then putting it back in his pocket.]
Alright. While I'm here, I might aswell look for anything useful.
Let's see here...
[Okay. Desk. What do we have? Framed photos, paperwork, lamp, glass ashtray, pens and pencils, and... what's this? A diary sits on the desk, the cover has some specks of blood.]
?
[Curiousoty kills the cat, as Alter opens the diary, wondering what could be on it. Okay, well, here's something. Though it's all written in German.]
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â Die ScheiÃe ist jetzt richtig am Dampfen. Da oben ist inzwischen ein verdammtes Kriegsgebiet. FrÃŧher hab ich es gehasst, jeden Tag zu diesem beschissenen Job zu kommen, aber gerade gibt es keinen anderen Ort, an dem ich lieber wäre!
â Garret und ich haben die meisten TÃŧren auf dieser Ebene verriegelt und versiegelt. Hier kommt nichts rein. Wir stehen zwar rund um die Uhr knietief in der ScheiÃe, aber das ist immer noch besser, als bei lebendigem Leib gefressen zu werden. Wir haben etwas MÃŧll durchwÃŧhlt und eine alte Machete gefunden.
â Wir sind runter auf Ebene 3 gegangen. Der Fernseher und die Wartungskameras in der Verwertungsstation sind tot. Die Schaltkreise mÃŧssen durchgebrannt sein, aber ich kann sie nicht reparieren, weil Lens sie letzte Woche komplett verkackt hat, als er daran herumgeflickt hat.
â Ich habe eine Kiste mit Pornomagazinen gefunden, die ich vÃļllig vergessen hatte. Das wird mich eine Weile beschäftigen. Inzwischen treiben Leichen in den Hauptabwasserrinnen herum. Keine Ahnung, wie die da hingekommen sind.
â Garret ist zur Ãberwachungsstation gegangen, aber er ist nicht zurÃŧckgekommen. Ich gebe ihm noch etwa eine Stunde, bevor ich nach ihm suche.
â Oh mein Gott. Ich bin gerade eingenickt, als plÃļtzlich ein gewaltiger Knall an der TÃŧr zum Waschraum zu hÃļren war! Ich bin hingegangen, um nachzusehen, und da war Garret! Sein Gesicht und sein ganzer KÃļrper waren vÃļllig zerfetzt, Ãŧberall war verdammtes Blut! Dann sah ich etwas am Rand meines Sichtfelds in die Dunkelheit huschen. Ich hatte solche Angst, dass ich die TÃŧr zugeschlagen und seinen KÃļrper einfach liegen gelassen habe!
â Ich kann nicht einmal zu lange in diese Tunnel starren, ohne dass sich mir die verdammten Nackenhaare aufstellen. Manchmal glaube ich, aus dem Augenwinkel Schatten zu sehen, die sich bewegen, aber sobald ich hinschaue, sind sie verschwunden.
â Ich war gerade bei der Ãberwachungsstation, und ich schwÃļre, ich habe jemanden meinen Namen rufen hÃļren. Als ich mich umdrehte und ein verdammtes Paar weiÃer Augen sah, das mich anstarrte, bin ich sofort zur TÃŧr hinausgerannt! Ab jetzt gehe ich nicht mehr zur anderen Station, und ich verlasse diesen Posten nicht mehr.
â Wo zum Teufel habe ich meine Machete hingelegt?! Habe ich sie bei der anderen Station vergessen?! Sie kommen, um mich umzubringen! Ich kann sie hÃļren! Ich hätte oben bleiben und zur Polizeiwache gehen sollen, als ich die Durchsage gehÃļrt habe!
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...
[He leaves the diary open.]
Okay... What else? What else is there..?
[Then begins searching the drawers.]
[Okay, junk, junk, papers, more junk, stationary... oh hey. One of the drawers has an Adrenaline stim.]
Sweet.
[He takes the Adrenaline stim, pocketing it.]
> 1 | ADRENALINE STIM
[...Well, that's the entire room searched, and that's all he could find. With that in mind, Alter proceeds to open the office door slightly, checking for any dangers. It's clear. He then exits the office pod, and heads down the staircase.]
[Now, according to the map, his best bet would be to take the tunnel on the middle.]
Okay... Well, here goes nothing.
[And he sets off to find the surface access.]
---***---
[Alright, let's say it's been a good while of walking through the tunnel. Again. Except here's the difference, instead of seeing another fatass zombie, Alter spots a corpse, a conveniently placed one really, resting against a wall. The corpse has black digitial camouflage uniform, and the same gear that he saw on the guys back at the hospital. Looks like he bled to death.]
Ah shit...
[He goes up to the corpse, inspecting it up close.]
Poor bastard.
[Upon even closer inspection, he notices: the fallen soldier has a backpack on him and another gun slinged on it, which is a shotgun. Alter has come to a decision to yoink the backpack with the shotgun off the dead guy.]
You won't be needing that anymore...
[He then unzips the backpack, checking its contents.]
[Jackpot.]
[Alter puts the backpack on, his Halligan Bar now propperly slinged.]
Thanks, dude.
[Alter unholsters his G17 with intention to reload it now that he has ammo.]
[After replacing the mag with a new, loaded one, and pulling the slide, sending the round to the chamber, he holsters his G17, and unslings the shotgun, which is a Beretta A300 Ultima.]
Okay let's see here...
[The gun appears to be in good condition. He pulls the charging handle slightly, checking the chamber. It's loaded. What about the tube? He pushes his left hand's thumb into the loading breach, then feeling the pressure on the tube.]
[7+1/7]
Amazing.
[He pulls the thumb out of the loading breach, slinging the Beretta A300.]
Alright.
[And so he keeps going.]
[And after about a minute or so, Alter sees 3 zombies standing still. Doesn't look like they've spotted him yet. Alter still unslings his Beretta A300.]
Ofcourse...
[Alter slowly approaches the 3 zeds, pre-aiming his Beretta A300 at them. One of the zed's heads snapped towards him.]
[The zed turned fully toward Alter, letting out a blood curdling scream. The rest of the zeds turned toward him, and the moment all of them have seen him, they broke into a sprint.]
[Alter aims his Beretta A300, letting them get close enough, then...]
[...Fires one shot at the first zombie's head, one dead. Two shots and the second, the first to its shoulder then its head. Two dead. The third one got too close, but Alter shoves it back with his Beretta A300's stock, aiming it again at the third zed, then firing the shot at its head. all three dead. Taking the time he has, he places his shotgun over his shoulder, reaching into his backpack and pulling 4 shells out of it, loading them into the shotgun using the quadload technique. then reshoulder the gun. It wasn't long enough before another 2 came at him.]
Oh goodie..
[The zombies are running towards Alter, he aims his shotgun once more...]
[...The first shot went to the first zombie's head, its head burst open and is dead on the spot. The second shot goes to the zombie's leg, ripping it off and knocking the zombie off its feet, but the zombie remains alive and is now crawling toward Alter. When it got close enough, he stomped its head in, then firing at it the third time, killing it for real.]
[Out of breath, he scans the enviroment, looking for any other zeds...]
Anyone else..? No?
...Good.
[He slings his Beretta A300 again. Focusing on getting the hell out of here, he continued his walk.]
---***---
[Took him quite a while(again), turning many corners and entering sewer tunnels that increasingly had more filth and garbage. At one point, he enters a pipe, and after walking through it a good bit, he saw a marking on the wall that is written in printed letters:]
OBERFLÃCHENZUGANG 3 - 8 â
[...Hoping for the best, he followed the arrow, and to his relief, he saw a ladder that leads to a manhole.]
Oh thank fuck, finally...
[He approached the ladder and started climbing it.]
Get me the fuck out of here...
[When he reached the top, he pushed his hand against the manhole lid...]
[...And just like that, he managed to lift the lid up, and pushing it to the side, allowing him to climb out onto the streets.]
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GAME PAUSED
RESUME FILE
SAVE FILE <<<
RECOVER FILE
RESTART FROM CHECKPOINT
RESTART ENCOUNTER
SETTINGS
QUIT TO MENU
EXIT TO DESKTOP
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SAVE FILE
AUTOSAVE SLOT
NEW SAVE SLOT
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SAVE SLOT 01 <<<
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OVERWITE FILE?
YES <<<
NO
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FILE SAVED
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GAME PAUSED
RESUME FILE
SAVE FILE
RECOVER FILE
RESTART FROM CHECKPOINT
RESTART ENCOUNTER
SETTINGS
QUIT TO MENU
EXIT TO DESKTOP <<<
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LEVEL 2 END
Level transition: Sewers >>> Streets
DISPLAY CREDITS:
Alterring the Outcome, Kyle "Alterrune" Cross: @alterrune
The Henry Stickmin Collection: PuffballsUnited/Innersloth
Artwork credits: @alexboi301, Idle_Guest
Sprites used: Boohzuh, @alexboi301, INK, S.T.A.L.K.E.R. Call of Chernobyl
THE SECOND AND FINAL PAGE OF TUMBLR MUTUAL CREDITS FOR THE VS. RETROSPECTER KYLE MOD IS NOW OFFICIALLY IN-GAME.
Still haven't gotten the blog icons yet (the "buffer" image is currently being used as a temporary placeholder image), but I'm making good progress so far! Again, you don't wanna be in it, lemme know and I'll remove you. Simple as that.
I made a set of outfits for my Agent in The Division 2, these are a commander set of outfits that I based on the Militia from Batman: Arkham Knight, I want to ask how you rate each one and which one you like the most.
Officer
Heavy
Stealth
Holy shit
HOLY SHIT
This is fucking awsome my man oh my god this makes me wanna go back to The Division 2 once more
All of these are 10/10, and I'd say Stealth is my fav one
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