"THIS IS NOT A FRIENDLY SERVER!"
My first rendered SFM pic. Pretty happy with how it turned out.
Six mercenaries stood in the space between the fence and the tank with Miss Pauling at their head. They were approximately ten meters from where I stood, but the mist was not yet thick enough to obscure their features. Demoman and Soldier had placed themselves on either side of the group with uncommonly grim countenances. Their respective grenade and rocket launcher were held by their sides, ready to be brought up into use at a moment’s notice. Heavy stood near the center of the group looking more or less how he usually does outside of battle, impassive and a little grumpy perhaps, his own minigun sitting on the ground to his left. I felt a guilty feeling when I realized he was half-supporting Herr Medic. The latter looked as though he might be able to stand on his own, but his eyes were not focused even as they glared murderously in our general direction. The Pyro and Herr Engineer had positioned themselves near Demoman. Pyro was holding onto Herr Engineer’s arm as though afraid he might run at the tank, but from this distance it was impossible to decipher what Herr Engineer might be thinking about doing. He seemed almost limp, and his gaze focused itself above all of our heads. There was no sign of the Spy.
After re-reading this bit, I realize I have gotten alot of things wrong. Don’t really have to time to re-render.
EEP another one of these things!
0244 hours, Wednesday, February 14, 1973.
I feel an obligation to record the events of the negotiation so that, in the off-chance that I come away from these happenings intact, I might be able to shed some light on exactly what happened. I am still having trouble processing what I have seen.
The negotiation itself was not difficult to find. We simply traveled toward the tank’s front door through which I had entered. It seemed most likely that Herr Gray would meet with the mercenaries there as they would not want to come inside and possibly be trapped. We were soon proven correct. As we approached our destination, a good many robots could be seen ahead of us marching in the same direction, most of them Soldiers and Demolitions units and Heavies with some Medicbots as well. Sniper pulled me sideways into an adjoining hallway. He was frowning.
Now I fully understand that some of you fine folks may not have stumbled across this story before and are thus intrigued but completely confused by everything that I have said up to now. Well if you want to get in on the fun, you can start reading from the beginning! Here’s the rest of the installments in the Of Metal Men series for your perusing pleasure.
Dell’s Letter (4,115 words total)
The Second Letter (677 words total)
E-001_log (32,149 words total)
0031_log (47,503 words and counting)
Dell’s Letters (it’s the first two combined and it’s 4,737 words total)
E-001_log (31,379 words total)
0031_log (46,603 words and counting)
Dang it, I want to recreate all the murders from And Then There Were None in SFM because I’m a dork. Except I don’t have the know-how for importing models or Photoshop for making everything look right. OH WELL I have too much to do anyways.
i imagine medic places corpses in his car to use the carpool lane…
This is amazing. You are amazing. Oh god Medic. XD
SERIOUSLY GUYS HOW DID I MISS THAT MISS PAULING SENT HEAVY AND SCOUT TO AYER’S ROCK WITHOUT TELLING THE ADMINISTRATOR?
THE ADMINISTRATOR HAD NO IDEA SHE WAS GONNA SEND THEM ANYWHERE, AND DO YOU KNOW WHY? IT’S BECAUSE MISS PAULING IS TRYING TO FIND OUT HOW THE ADMINISTRATOR IS DOING THIS
SHE IS TRYING TO FIND OUT WHO ALL IS HELPING HER
AND I AM SO
ALMOST CERTAIN THAT IT IS BLU