Hi. My name is Frizan. I write things from time to time. I will put them here. Yes.
First bit of writing is something I'm doing for another place, called Toy Soldiers United. They've got their own lore and stuff so I decided to throw in my hat. Haven't gotten it back yet though.
The Chronicles of the Juggeranut
Part One -
It was a normal day in the Bunker. As normal as a day in the Bunker can get anyway, what with all of the mutant rabbits and malfunctioning tea-bots running around misplacing everyone's favorite coffee mugs, but yes, in relation to everything going on, it was indeed a fairly regular day. What wasn't normal though, not that the engineers in the control room knew at the time, was that they were about to have an unusual visitor. A knocking sound rang throughout the Bunker, as if someone was rapping on a door with a jackhammer, everyone down to sub-level seven could hear it. As if that wasn't alarming enough to the residents of the Bunker, when tracing the booming noise, they came upon the source: The front door of the Bunker. The. Front. Door. NOBODY uses the front door! Heck, hardly anyone knows where the blasted thing is, and someone was just KNOCKING on it, like this was an everyday thing they were doing! Several soldiers were dispatched to the door, displacement rifles trained on the large metal structure as it creaked open, struggling against years of entropy and rust.
As the Bunker door finally opened fully, the soldiers saw the man who had come knocking. Well, it LOOKED like a man, but the hulking structure's face was covered up by a face mask and reflective visor that looked like something straight out of a science fiction movie. Hoses ran from the mask to the man's back into six tanks strapped to his side by a black leather belt, and a valve protruded from the middle of the mask. The figure itself was almost as tall as the Bunker door, only a couple of feet shorter, and its frame was bulky, suggesting heavy armor plating beneath the long black tench coat and dark brown slacks it wore. The soldiers looked back and forth from the man and their squad mates. The visitor wasn't hostile, but the minigun attached to his arm wasn't making anyone feel any safer. The captain weighed his choices: Establish contact with the visitor and risk a citation for not evicting an unknown entity from the Bunker, or attempt to neutralize him and most likely get turned into Swiss cheese in the process. The former sounded much more appealing to him.
The captain took a few steps forward and motioned for the soldiers to lower their weapons. "Uhm....ahem, good day, ah....sir? Is there...something you need?" The behemoth took a step into the Bunker, his heavy duty combat boots thudding against the concrete floors of the entrance hall. "Inquiry: Is this the main base of operations of the Army of Toy Soldiers?" He spoke in monotone, with a voice configuration sounding not unlike the Toy Army's own first-gen sentry bots. The question put the captain on guard, as the Toy Army had as many enemies as it does friends. "Well, who's asking, mister?" Thankfully, the captain got a straight forward and favorable answer. "We are attempting to reach a recruitment officer." To say the captain was thankful is an understatement. This guy looked like he could be packing thermonuclear missiles, to have him on the side of the Toy Army was no small boon. What confused Captain though was that he only saw the one man, and he had said "we". Who was he talking about? "Well...that's...that's, great, sir! Fantastic! The Toy Army is always looking for new recruits! But where is your friend? I only see you."
A metallic orb hovered up behind the man's shoulder. The small construct opened a shutter in the front, revealing a green eye, glowing with a neon light. "Oh, good, you didn't shoot at us as soon as the door opened! You really ARE a friendly lot!" It spoke with a feminine pitch, and was much more lively than their comrade. "Yes, it's true, we're looking to join you. Don't mind my friend, he's a real teddy bear, I promise! The minigun is just for intimidation." The man shifted his right arm, showing a belt feed going from the weapon to a large pack on his lower back. "Correction: This compact model vulcan cannon is fully loaded with custom twenty millimeter rounds. It is ready for operation at any moment." The orb slightly closed its shutter in a mock-scold and lightly bopped the man's mask. "Hush, you!"
First bit of writing is something I'm doing for another place, called Toy Soldiers United. They've got their own lore and stuff so I decided to throw in my hat. Haven't gotten it back yet though.
The Chronicles of the Juggeranut
Part One -
It was a normal day in the Bunker. As normal as a day in the Bunker can get anyway, what with all of the mutant rabbits and malfunctioning tea-bots running around misplacing everyone's favorite coffee mugs, but yes, in relation to everything going on, it was indeed a fairly regular day. What wasn't normal though, not that the engineers in the control room knew at the time, was that they were about to have an unusual visitor. A knocking sound rang throughout the Bunker, as if someone was rapping on a door with a jackhammer, everyone down to sub-level seven could hear it. As if that wasn't alarming enough to the residents of the Bunker, when tracing the booming noise, they came upon the source: The front door of the Bunker. The. Front. Door. NOBODY uses the front door! Heck, hardly anyone knows where the blasted thing is, and someone was just KNOCKING on it, like this was an everyday thing they were doing! Several soldiers were dispatched to the door, displacement rifles trained on the large metal structure as it creaked open, struggling against years of entropy and rust.
As the Bunker door finally opened fully, the soldiers saw the man who had come knocking. Well, it LOOKED like a man, but the hulking structure's face was covered up by a face mask and reflective visor that looked like something straight out of a science fiction movie. Hoses ran from the mask to the man's back into six tanks strapped to his side by a black leather belt, and a valve protruded from the middle of the mask. The figure itself was almost as tall as the Bunker door, only a couple of feet shorter, and its frame was bulky, suggesting heavy armor plating beneath the long black tench coat and dark brown slacks it wore. The soldiers looked back and forth from the man and their squad mates. The visitor wasn't hostile, but the minigun attached to his arm wasn't making anyone feel any safer. The captain weighed his choices: Establish contact with the visitor and risk a citation for not evicting an unknown entity from the Bunker, or attempt to neutralize him and most likely get turned into Swiss cheese in the process. The former sounded much more appealing to him.
The captain took a few steps forward and motioned for the soldiers to lower their weapons. "Uhm....ahem, good day, ah....sir? Is there...something you need?" The behemoth took a step into the Bunker, his heavy duty combat boots thudding against the concrete floors of the entrance hall. "Inquiry: Is this the main base of operations of the Army of Toy Soldiers?" He spoke in monotone, with a voice configuration sounding not unlike the Toy Army's own first-gen sentry bots. The question put the captain on guard, as the Toy Army had as many enemies as it does friends. "Well, who's asking, mister?" Thankfully, the captain got a straight forward and favorable answer. "We are attempting to reach a recruitment officer." To say the captain was thankful is an understatement. This guy looked like he could be packing thermonuclear missiles, to have him on the side of the Toy Army was no small boon. What confused Captain though was that he only saw the one man, and he had said "we". Who was he talking about? "Well...that's...that's, great, sir! Fantastic! The Toy Army is always looking for new recruits! But where is your friend? I only see you."
A metallic orb hovered up behind the man's shoulder. The small construct opened a shutter in the front, revealing a green eye, glowing with a neon light. "Oh, good, you didn't shoot at us as soon as the door opened! You really ARE a friendly lot!" It spoke with a feminine pitch, and was much more lively than their comrade. "Yes, it's true, we're looking to join you. Don't mind my friend, he's a real teddy bear, I promise! The minigun is just for intimidation." The man shifted his right arm, showing a belt feed going from the weapon to a large pack on his lower back. "Correction: This compact model vulcan cannon is fully loaded with custom twenty millimeter rounds. It is ready for operation at any moment." The orb slightly closed its shutter in a mock-scold and lightly bopped the man's mask. "Hush, you!"