Interactive Half-Life Fiction Created 12 years ago2011-12-20 23:47:13 UTC by monster_urby monster_urby

Created 12 years ago2011-12-20 23:47:13 UTC by monster_urby monster_urby

Posted 12 years ago2011-12-20 23:47:13 UTC Post #301838
Good evening TWHL. Allow me to cast your minds back to 2005... 2005!?

Jesus!

Anyway, this happened: Old ass thread with busted formatting ho!

If that doesn't mean anything to you then you're probably one of those people who hasn't been frequenting the TWHL forums for 7 years of your life. Regardless, I haven't had much chance to be creative as of late. At least, not as creative as I used to be.

I have made a few attempts since then to start a new multi-choice fan fiction but none of them have been as successful, mostly down to my own bone-idleness.

That's right. It's THIS thread again

Basically, I write a section of a story, ending with a multiple choice. The choice which then gets the most votes from you guys, decides how the story progresses. I will have a basic plan laid out for each of the choices so the decisions you make actually WILL matter. This first post will be a good example in order to get the ball rolling.

Note: You must be able to read large amounts of text to get the most of this thread. :P

So what do you say? :)

A) Yeah, write a story Urby. I want to go back to the beginning. Let's have a story about a security guard in Black Mesa.

B) Whooo! Story time with Urby! Let's mix it up. Tell us a story set during the portal storms / 7 Hour War.

C) Hey Urby. Why not pick up where the last story trailed off. I want to hear about some rebels during the uprising in City 17.

D) Haven't you got a mod to make Urby...

E) Oh for fuck's sake Urby. Nobody gives a fuck about you or your stupid shitty little stories. Piss off.
monster_urby monster_urbyGoldsourcerer
Posted 12 years ago2011-12-20 23:55:20 UTC Post #301839
Could u incorporate this into developing the story for The Core possibly?
Captain Terror Captain Terrorwhen a man loves a woman
Posted 12 years ago2011-12-21 00:03:17 UTC Post #301840
The Core's story is already planned out.
monster_urby monster_urbyGoldsourcerer
Posted 12 years ago2011-12-21 00:04:51 UTC Post #301841
B + D ;)
Jessie JessieTrans Rights <3
Posted 12 years ago2011-12-21 00:16:10 UTC Post #301842
B===D
Dimbeak DimbeakRotten Bastard
Posted 12 years ago2011-12-21 00:21:27 UTC Post #301843
D) finish the core first
F) Lay off the cannabis a little it's putting u into creative overdrive :P
Captain Terror Captain Terrorwhen a man loves a woman
Posted 12 years ago2011-12-21 00:52:10 UTC Post #301845
I need the creativity boost. I've been building websites from graphic designs for 2 years, now I've switched departments and need to make them from scratch.

D:
monster_urby monster_urbyGoldsourcerer
Posted 12 years ago2011-12-21 00:57:24 UTC Post #301846
Haha okey you get a pass.

I wuld quit myself but not for the glaucoma =P
Captain Terror Captain Terrorwhen a man loves a woman
Posted 12 years ago2011-12-21 02:28:39 UTC Post #301847
So this basically is a lazy way to make decisions regarding a story.

I choose F) do whatever you like and I might follow if I like it.
Posted 12 years ago2011-12-21 02:47:05 UTC Post #301848
Hey, maybe TWHL can help ME. After my character breaks into the castle, steals the boy, and then jumps out a window when the Hidden Sisters take him away, i'm abit stumped. Heheheh...
Dimbeak DimbeakRotten Bastard
Posted 12 years ago2011-12-21 03:06:21 UTC Post #301849
Unlike yourself, Urby is a respected member of TWHL.
Posted 12 years ago2011-12-21 06:43:49 UTC Post #301854
Ah, I remember your first story, all those years ago...

Anyways, B.
38_98 38_98Lord
Posted 12 years ago2011-12-21 11:38:30 UTC Post #301855
Let's do this! B)!
Notewell NotewellGIASFELFEBREHBER
Posted 12 years ago2011-12-21 12:08:03 UTC Post #301858
Looks like it's going to be B.

Also, it seems that this will not interfere with The Core's development. I can do it at work during my lunch hours.

My office PC fried it's Gfx card last night so no more lunchtime gaming. :(

Anyway, we're headed for a story set during the portal storms. If you want something else you'd better get voting. :)
monster_urby monster_urbyGoldsourcerer
Posted 12 years ago2011-12-21 12:22:40 UTC Post #301859
How about A + B; a Security guard's life throughout the 7 hour war?
Suparsonik SuparsonikI'm going off the edge to meet my maker.
Posted 12 years ago2011-12-21 12:23:22 UTC Post #301860
I feel your pain, Urby. Most of the guys at my work are on holidays right now, so there's not enough players for our usual lunchtime Quake game :(
Penguinboy PenguinboyHaha, I died again!
Posted 12 years ago2011-12-22 03:11:57 UTC Post #301886
A man!

that being, i pick the first one ("A")
Posted 12 years ago2011-12-22 21:14:49 UTC Post #301913
Day One
Part 1
The Storm

“Fuck's sake!” Danny shouted, whipping his phone away from his ear and slamming it down on the table. Phil, who had been quite happily nodding off, sat bolt upright on the sofa and blurted out in shock.

“Whu!”

“Sorry mate.” Danny dragged his feet across the room and dropped heavily onto the seat beside him.

“Still no luck?” Phil yawned, rubbing both his eyes.

“Nope. No power, no phones, no fucking mobile service. Everything's just dead.”

“What about next door?”

“They're on holiday aren't they. Anyway, aren't meant to be looking after their cat?”

Phil stared at Danny with a totally blank expression, then his eyes lifted slightly. “Yeah.”

“Don't worry about it. I knew you'd forget so I already popped round and put some food out. I'm not sure about the power I didn't check” Danny, stood up and grabbed a key that was lying on a side table. He slipped his feet into some trainers and disappeared out of the back door. Phil yawned and grunted his way to his best upright position and slumped into the kitchen. Phil was a shabby man who had been out of work for a month. His face was covered in stubble and his hair had been half-heartedly clipped short by himself to save money. His jeans were ripped at the knees and his canvas shoes were starting to give up as well.

His hooded jumper was in a much better state, since it belonged to Danny, who many believed to be Phil's exact opposite. He was clean shaven, blond and always on the go, often in a fresh pair of tracksuit trousers. Phil didn't get it. Every pair looked the same to him.

He poked around in the fridge at the various half eaten tubs of food which were quickly reaching room temperature given the lack of power. He grabbed a tub of coleslaw, shut the fridge and walked to the window. He stopped dead, nearly dropping the tub into the sink. He heard Danny plodding back into the house in the hallway behind him. “Danny?”

Danny was trying the landline again. “Yeah?” he called

“There's a bloke in the back garden.”

“What?” Danny was only half listening, prodding at various buttons on the keypad of the phone.

“I said there's a bloke in the back garden.” Phil's was staring, wide eyed as Danny slowly stepped into the kitchen, a bemused look on his face.

“What d'you mean 'There's a bloke in the back garden.”

Phil took a deep breath, turned to face Danny and pointed sharpy at the window as each word was spoken. “There's a fucking bloke, standing in the fucking garden.”

Danny's expression didn't change, his face was stuck in a puzzled frown. He stepped over to the window and looked out. Sure enough, there was a man staggering around in a daze on the grass. He looked worried, his eyes darting from left to right. He was a podgy man, dressed in a navy blue suit, his shirt dotted with blood and a set of car keys dangled loosely in his hand. One side of his head had been cut deeply, and blood was running down the side of his face in front of his ear. Suddenly, he stopped dead in his tracks and whipped his head around to face the kitchen window. Phil gasped sharply, this time dropped the tub of salad into the murky dishwater which filled the sink. The man, quite obviously limping, darted for the back door and started hammering on the wood with his fist.

“Don't let him in,” stammered Phil, grabbing a kitchen knife from the draining board.

“Calm down.” Snapped Danny “He's obviously been in some kind of accident. The traffic signals round the corner will be out because of the power cut.” Danny opened the door and the man burst in, blurting out gibberish. His lips were trembling and his eyes were welling up, as if he were about to burst into tears. He also smelled quite strongly of urine.

“Jesus Christ Danny!” Phil was shouting “He's pissed himself! Get him out of the house!”

“Calm down mate.” Danny was ignoring Phil, trying to calm the man down. “You've had an accident. We'll get you out of here and-”

“NO!” Danny jumped back as the man screamed out, tears were now rolling down his face. “NOT OUT THERE!”

Suddenly, things seemed to get very cold and dark, the floor beneath their feet started to rumble and a strange noise from outside the house started to grow louder. There was a bright flash and the ground shook harder and harder. Suddenly, a magnificent wave of blue energy ripped through the house, shattering every window. Danny and Phil hit the floor and the man started screaming again.

“THIS IS IT!” he bellowed “IT'S HAPPENING AGAIN!”

There was a tremendous crack, like thunder, that sounded as if it was coming from inside the house. This was followed by a loud thud on the floor above them, and strange beastly grunts and gurgles could be heard from the top of the stairs. The man yelped, and bolted back out of the back door, Phil caught a glimpse of him disappearing out of the back gate. The thing upstairs started stomping around, creaking it's way through the upper floor of the house. Danny followed it's heavy footsteps to the bathroom, where they stopped. He looked to Phil and spoke through clenched teeth.

“What the Hell is that?”
What now?

A) Go upstairs and check out the noise.

B) Run out of the back door and catch up with the fat man.

C) Run out of the front door of the house, into the street and warn people from the other houses.
monster_urby monster_urbyGoldsourcerer
Posted 12 years ago2011-12-22 21:27:51 UTC Post #301914
B)
If The Walking Dead has taught us anything, it's that fat people can be used as fodder to give you time to escape.

Good start. Couple of grammatical and spelling errors here and there which distract from the story a little bit, but a good introduction none-the-less.
My only real critique would be that you broke one of the most important rules of writing: never start a paragraph with the word 'suddenly'. It feels so cheap.
Even a replacement like "without warning" or "a coldness seemed to descend upon the room" would improve it tenfold.

The suddenness of an event should be apparent by the writing style, and should not have to be explicitly narrated.
Archie ArchieGoodbye Moonmen
Posted 12 years ago2011-12-22 21:45:13 UTC Post #301916
Ooh! I was about to say A) but I'll say B).
Posted 12 years ago2011-12-22 21:58:42 UTC Post #301919
Since we only have a knife, let's not tangle with houndeyes or bullsquids, hm? B).
Notewell NotewellGIASFELFEBREHBER
Posted 12 years ago2011-12-22 23:40:50 UTC Post #301930
Pfft, it's obviously a gargantua on the top floor. I vote A, armed with a baseball bat. We can take that bugger!
Penguinboy PenguinboyHaha, I died again!
Posted 12 years ago2011-12-23 00:22:12 UTC Post #301931
Yeah, A. Let's be individuals and not follow everyone else.
Jessie JessieTrans Rights <3
Posted 12 years ago2011-12-23 00:29:33 UTC Post #301932
C
Dimbeak DimbeakRotten Bastard
Posted 12 years ago2011-12-23 09:01:09 UTC Post #301935
BBB
AA
C

Looks like it's B unless there are more votes today. :)
monster_urby monster_urbyGoldsourcerer
Posted 12 years ago2011-12-23 09:10:59 UTC Post #301936
Looks like it's B unless there are more votes today.
Ill say "a" then just to make things a bit complex.
Posted 12 years ago2011-12-24 00:18:35 UTC Post #301951
BBB
AAA
C

...Bugger. this has never happened before...

EDIT: Flipped a pound coin 3 times, A was heads, B was tails.

Heads, Tails, Tails

B it is. :)
monster_urby monster_urbyGoldsourcerer
Posted 12 years ago2011-12-24 02:23:25 UTC Post #301957
I vote A :P

Ha, just kidding. B.
38_98 38_98Lord
Posted 12 years ago2011-12-24 04:09:06 UTC Post #301961
Im changing my vote to A!
Dimbeak DimbeakRotten Bastard
Posted 12 years ago2011-12-24 10:45:15 UTC Post #301967
Nope. First votes only are counted, as with previous versions of this thread.
monster_urby monster_urbyGoldsourcerer
Posted 12 years ago2011-12-28 16:29:14 UTC Post #302175
Danny’s eyes darted from the stairs to the open door and back again several times before finally stopped to meet Phil’s gaze. “Fuck this.” He said, scarpering towards the back door. His heavy footsteps caused the thing upstairs to stir. Phil could hear it moving back towards the top of the staircase, its previous grunting giving way to a bloodthirsty snarl.

Phil was already out of the house, his heart thudding in his ears and his feet stinging with every impact on the garden path beneath them. Something was chasing him and he could feel himself running faster and faster. He shot through the open back gate and into the alleyway which ran behind the houses. It was no use though. The beast lumbering behind him was getting closer and he could hear the path thumping beneath its weight. His mouth and throat were dry and he felt sick, yet the hot breath at his heels brought out more energy than he thought he could ever muster. The thumping behind him began to slow, and the squealing and snarling began to soften. Was it giving up? Not a chance.

A thick green substance whipped past his left ear and slapped against a tree as he passed, letting out a faint sizzle. Another wet smack landed right behind his feet and something splashed his ankles. Phil let out a yelp as a burning sensation shot up both of his legs. He staggered, almost falling onto his face but he used every ounce of energy he had left to regain his balance. He sprinted a few more feet before coming to a junction in the alley. He darted to the left and kept running, almost totally blocking out the sound of a voice behind him. He slid to a halt, the ground crunching under his feet. He turned to see Danny and the chubby man hiding behind the wall. He quickly ran back past the path he had just exited and then stopped. He stepped back out. It was empty. He could just make out a steaming heap of green slime further down the alley, but other than that, not a thing. He looked down at his feet and lifted the legs of his jeans. The backs of his socks were dotted with holes where he had been sprayed by the goo and the skin underneath looked as though he had been using his ankles to stub out cigarettes.

“Jesus,” hissed Danny “What the Hell happened to you?”

“Looks like one of the tentacle face things got him.” The fat man pondered, his face was still red, sweat dripping down his face. He had blood down his sleeves which he had used to wipe his wound. “I’m Jack , by the way.” He politely extended a chubby, pink, sweaty hand and Phil politely pretended to not see it. The three of them jumped as the sound of splintering wood ripped through the air. The grunting and squealing came back, followed by the sound of a barking dog. The creature was scouring the gardens for something else to eat. The three did all they could to block out the horrendous sounds that followed as they crept out of the alleyway towards the street. As they emerged, Jack gestured miserably towards the wreckage of an estate car, which had collided with a tree at the side of the road. “That’s mine.”

“What the fuck…” as Phil approached it, he noticed that pinned between the tree and the car, were the remains of what appeared to be a man. This man however was in quite a state, regardless of the high speed collision he had been in. His body had been mutilated, the remains of a tattered suit dangled around his arms and legs, swinging in the breeze. His chest was a gaping wound, his organs clearly visible and his ribcage split wide open. “…is that!?” Phil finished.

“Peter Archer. A colleague of mine.” Jack said, looking at the sorry mess of flesh, bone and company car. “We were making a break for it, trying to get to the countryside and away from the city. We figured it would be quieter out here. Fat chance.”

“What’s going on in the city?” asked Danny, his vision fixated on the wreckage.

“Chaos.” Jack said “The army was rolling in as we were leaving. We had to ram a roadblock to get out. No way was I getting caught up in all that. We finally made it to the outskirts here and another of those energy waves ripped past us. Next thing I know, there’s this thing in the car and before you know it, it’s on Pete’s face. I went crazy trying to get it off of him and steering at the same time, all over the road I was. Then we hit the tree and he shot through the windscreen.”

“Sorry to interrupt,” Phil butted in “but there is some acid spitting beasty behind us that’s going to be looking for something else to eat real soon. What the Hell are we going to do?”

A) Head back to the city and stick with the army.

B) Head for the coast and try and get out to sea.

C) Gather some tools for weapons and hold up in a house here.
monster_urby monster_urbyGoldsourcerer
Posted 12 years ago2011-12-28 17:17:30 UTC Post #302176
B

And I LOVE the language these people are using.

I bet they'll die. I'd laugh then.
Dimbeak DimbeakRotten Bastard
Posted 12 years ago2011-12-28 17:30:59 UTC Post #302177
As with previous stories, they can and they will.
monster_urby monster_urbyGoldsourcerer
Posted 12 years ago2011-12-28 22:47:38 UTC Post #302185
Considering the army is likely to be vaporized, let's do B.
Notewell NotewellGIASFELFEBREHBER
Posted 12 years ago2011-12-28 22:57:16 UTC Post #302186
B. Peter Archer was my favourite character. Disappointed he's dead.
Archie ArchieGoodbye Moonmen
Posted 12 years ago2011-12-29 02:01:46 UTC Post #302201
B
38_98 38_98Lord
Posted 12 years ago2012-01-05 02:52:06 UTC Post #302436
ahem
Urby, please don't let this one die!
Notewell NotewellGIASFELFEBREHBER
Posted 12 years ago2012-01-05 02:53:32 UTC Post #302437
Shh. He's too busy with MOTM now. Don't ask too loud lest your post be heard on his next video.
Posted 12 years ago2012-01-07 13:20:40 UTC Post #302508
Yeah, sorry guys. Rearrangements at work and MOTM have been holding me up a bit on this. I will be continuing the story shortly. :)
monster_urby monster_urbyGoldsourcerer
Posted 12 years ago2012-01-17 22:17:33 UTC Post #302807
BOOM.
“The Coast” Danny blurted out. Jack and Phil looked at each other, then back at Danny.
“What?” Phil asked.
“We'll head for the coast. They're bound to be doing something to get civilians to safety, right? They've probably got a fleet of ships in a harbour, waiting to evacuate.” He was rambling. Phil had only observed him do this once before, prior to going skydiving. He was terrified.
“Danny, right?” Jack butted in. “I was in Exeter when the soldiers rolled in. Trust me. They're not evacuating anyone. Pete and I had to practically fight our way out. The city is gone and everyone in it is as good as dead.”
“Well, we could get hold of a boat then. Just the three of us. We just need to get away from land.”
“Danny. I don't know.” Phil shook his head. “The way I see it, these things are appearing out of thin air. If we get out to sea, one way or another we might just end up stuck on a boat with some tentacle faced sea monster hunting us down.”
“Well then by all means Phillip, you come up with a better idea.”
The three men decided to stick to the roads. The surrounding countryside was covered with forests and fields thick with crops. Cross country walking had never been one of Phil's favourite things so doing it with the possibility of being eaten alive in a wheat field wasn't going to sit well. Every now and then a car would speed by, some of them barely acknowledging the 3 men in the road. Jack stared at each one longingly as it whipped by, his feet aching under his weight. They passed a house which had been hastily abandoned, clothes and toys strewn across the driveway along with a broken claw hammer coated in thick yellow ooze. Phil stopped and gazed into the house through the open front door.
“Shouldn't we at least stop at one of the houses here and see if they want to come along with us?”
“No.” Danny didn't look up as he trudged past. “The people who live here are all old couples or families of four. I'm not slowing down because some little old biddy has shit her knickers or because some snotty nosed brat is scared.”
“Christ kid.” Jack started
“Oh shut your face.” Danny snapped. “You know it and so do I. The more people we bring, the more attention we'll attract and before you know it we're ripped to shreds and rotting in the fucking street.”
“Right. Fuck you Danny!” Phil shouted “We're talking about human beings.” Phil jogged up the path of the next house and hammered on the front door.
“What the Hell are you doing?” Danny stood at the end of the path.
“What I can.” Phil snapped back, hammering on the door a second time. All of a sudden, the front window of the house shattered as the mangled body of a women was flung violently out into the garden. Phil toppled backwards off the door step and landed face down on the stone slab path, crushing his nose. He felt someone lifting him to his feet and dragging him backwards away from the house. Through his blurry vision he could make out something massive and green reaching out of the window and pulling the disfigured body back into the house.
“What the fuck was that!?” he shouted, but was cut short has a fat pink had was slapped tightly over his mouth.
“Shhh.” Jack hissed, but to no avail. A second green mass smashed out of the upper floor window and let out a mighty roar, causing Jack to stumble backwards onto his back. Phil stared up into the sky as the world came back into focus. He looked back to the house and was horrified at the sight of a massive tentacle beast reaching into the sky, emitting a groan so loud it made his stomach churn. Jack was back on his feet and he grabbed Phil under his arms and hauled him off the path. Danny then took one arm, and the two men carried Phil down the street.
After they reached the next roundabout, the three of them collapsed onto the small grassy bank in the centre. The tentacle beast could still be heard singing down the road and every now and then, somewhere off in the distance there would be an explosion and a burst of gunfire.
“Is that coming from the city?” Danny gasped as he lay, staring up at the clouds.
“No.” Jack panted, “It sounds a lot closer. Maybe a squad of soldiers running from the massacre they were sent into.”
“Maybe we should hook up with them.” Phil muttered, his hands clasped over his bleeding nose.
“I thought you'd have learned to pack that kind of thinking in since you nearly got us all killed Phil. I say we stick to the plan and get to the shore.”
A) Take a left, head to the nearby village and the source of the gunfire
B) Take a right and carry on towards the coast.
C) Wait here and flag down the next car that passes.
monster_urby monster_urbyGoldsourcerer
Posted 12 years ago2012-01-17 22:46:09 UTC Post #302808
C
Dimbeak DimbeakRotten Bastard
Posted 12 years ago2012-01-17 23:22:48 UTC Post #302809
B) If the cars won't stop and the soldiers are pulling an HECU, (as I understand it) it's the best bet.
Notewell NotewellGIASFELFEBREHBER
Posted 12 years ago2012-01-18 01:04:01 UTC Post #302811
A

*Dude, the coast? You're gonna get your ass chewed by leeches, and an itchy can easily topple your little boats. Where there's gunfire, there's bound to be guns. And we need guns.
Posted 12 years ago2012-01-18 02:04:47 UTC Post #302812
I used to carry on towards the coast, but den i took an arrow to the knee ='(
Captain Terror Captain Terrorwhen a man loves a woman
Posted 12 years ago2012-01-18 02:11:20 UTC Post #302813
There's very little to suggest these people have any experience with guns at all. Despite what it might seem, you can't just find a gun and start firing accurately under pressure without any experience.

I say B.
Jessie JessieTrans Rights <3
Posted 12 years ago2012-01-18 09:28:08 UTC Post #302817
B, although a story on the shores and seas is more challenging to come up with. But hey, still a lot of possibilities.
Striker StrikerI forgot to check the oil pressure
Posted 12 years ago2012-01-18 12:53:45 UTC Post #302820
B, although a story on the shores and seas is more challenging to come up with
Or, considering the situation, very very short. :P

2muchvideogames is wise.

So far we have: 1xA, 3xB, 1xC
monster_urby monster_urbyGoldsourcerer
Posted 12 years ago2012-01-18 20:37:24 UTC Post #302826
Sounds like Phil and friends are screwed.
Posted 12 years ago2012-01-18 20:39:15 UTC Post #302827
C. If it doesn't work, you can still go for B or something.
Posted 12 years ago2012-01-18 21:41:52 UTC Post #302828
It's interesting that you included the option of choose where to go the second time, instead of another choice. It seems like avoidance to me :).
Striker StrikerI forgot to check the oil pressure
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