Draklyne
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The man sobbed hysterically at first, until his mind began to calculate. Cradling the bundle closer to his chest, he stopped crying abruptly and rose to his feet like a zombie. His eyes were in the shadow of the sun as he began to walk.
To the Mod Sematary.
He knew it was forbidden Indian Mod burial grounds. But there was no stopping his inexorable progress. There would be no more tears that day, or ever, for the man whose soul had died with the mod.
He patted the last bit of earth onto the shallow grave he had dug and stepped back, wide eyed at his sacrilege. Then he turned and began the arduous journey back.
Later that night, odd occurrences happened. Rattling against the window, pings coming from nowhere and bouncing off his IP Address. NS Servers with his name on them. And a familiar looking lerk in every corner of every game he joined.
Finally, he began to shut off the computer. But it wouldn't quit out of Natural-Selection. It wouldn't power down. It was a thing possessed, the giant alien eye glaring at him with fierce hatred.
He reached back and pulled the plug. The computer subsided.
Without the light of the monitor, the room had darkened swiftly, to the point where he couldn't see. Suddenly, a voice came out of nowhere, with the crackling of in-game radios and terrifying lag.
"Hello. Do you want to play? I want to play. I want to play with you. Offline..."
The man's dying scream rent the night air.
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For those of you who are scratching your heads and wondering, "Where do I get whatever you're on?" this little story concerns the death of a Natural-Selection singleplayer mod. Someone proclaimed the mod dead, so I went off on a tangent.
To the Mod Sematary.
He knew it was forbidden Indian Mod burial grounds. But there was no stopping his inexorable progress. There would be no more tears that day, or ever, for the man whose soul had died with the mod.
He patted the last bit of earth onto the shallow grave he had dug and stepped back, wide eyed at his sacrilege. Then he turned and began the arduous journey back.
Later that night, odd occurrences happened. Rattling against the window, pings coming from nowhere and bouncing off his IP Address. NS Servers with his name on them. And a familiar looking lerk in every corner of every game he joined.
Finally, he began to shut off the computer. But it wouldn't quit out of Natural-Selection. It wouldn't power down. It was a thing possessed, the giant alien eye glaring at him with fierce hatred.
He reached back and pulled the plug. The computer subsided.
Without the light of the monitor, the room had darkened swiftly, to the point where he couldn't see. Suddenly, a voice came out of nowhere, with the crackling of in-game radios and terrifying lag.
"Hello. Do you want to play? I want to play. I want to play with you. Offline..."
The man's dying scream rent the night air.
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For those of you who are scratching your heads and wondering, "Where do I get whatever you're on?" this little story concerns the death of a Natural-Selection singleplayer mod. Someone proclaimed the mod dead, so I went off on a tangent.
