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So we need to give this stuff away.
However, it's a single copy of a game, and while pretty great, I think I want to do something quick and simple. So, I'm going to ask something odd, and say the criteria of the contest is to be an example of awesome Shacker. Now, I realize that's an abstract concept, but say stuff like, ThomW's lol script, or thekidd's TF2 guide, or matto's steak tips, or voodooraze's rapid production of dinosaurs on the moon, or Remo's songs or something else from the plethora of other things you might have missed looking at. Those are all awesome.
So I ask you to produce new awesome.
It has to be created as of today, because if we look back, then there's just too much great stuff to account for. So tell a good story. Make a cool piece of art. Explain something interesting. Release that project you've been sitting on. I don't know, it doesn't have to be the biggest investment because this is just going to run in the comments till the ER on Sunday. As for who wins, I'll leave that to you guys. If you like something someone has done, then say something in reply and we'll tally up the votes. Let me know if there are further questions.
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I woke up this mornin' in a locker room with a bunch of fellas all dressed in blue that looked to be from all sorts of places. Even had one with a fancy eye-patch like pirates wear and a cheap-looking bottle of whiskey to drink his ills away. They seemed quite excited about things and started screaming at the top of their lungs as they ran out of the room at full-speed. I wasn’t about to be left alone, so I followed them outside these confines.
Next thing I knew, we were standing out front of this here train station. Not a big one by any means, but it was big enough for the likes of me. There ain’t anything more fun than tinkering with some big contraption like a train, so I stood right outside the gates. I guess it was still early and the trains weren’t runnin’ or somethin’. It was at that point I met this here doctor. He seemed like a man after my own heart since he was carrying some fancy contraption he must have put together himself. He pointed his machine at me and it had me feelin’ like a million dollars in seconds, even though he insisted he was not practicing medicine. Great fella, he was.
Suddenly a siren went off and gates all around just opened up like they weren’t ever there to begin with. All the other guys rushed right in and the only things louder than the screamin’ were the gunfire and explosions. Now I’m normally all into these sorts of things, being from the south and all, but today I decided wait for the gunfire to die down a bit. Once things died down a bit, I ran out and saw some fellas shooting all manner of things at my new buddies. Strange thing was, they could have been identical twins except for wearing red instead of blue. Just like me.
Being the curious fella that I am, I ran to the other side of the small train station to see what all it had to offer. Along the way I came across this rather husky fella carryin’ a gun the size that I usually have to put on stands. He introduced himself as Nick Breckon, though he wasn’t much for words. Might have had somethin’ to do with not speakin’ English too well or his being from Russia or somethin’. Anyway he seemed like a friendly fella, though he kept cryin’ like a sissy for a doctor. Ah well, I’d made a new friend.
I started followin’ him to see where he was goin’, though I tried to act like I was busy buildin’ stuff with a wrench. I guess it was a just a friendly gesture, but he tried bumping into me a few times. I can’t say I like it when strangers just get up in my space, so I just backed off. Eventually he went off his own way and hollered some more things. I followed him some more, this time with a real intent. See, Nick managed to fox in some of the blue-dressed fellas I met this morning. It just didn’t sit well with me to watch this big sissy get the upper hand, so I softly walked up behind him. Nobody woulda noticed me with all that dang shootin’ and hollerin’. I raised my arm, no longer carrying a wrench in it. No, this was the finest butterfly knife in the world.
After a completely unnecessarily drawn-out animation, I placed this top shelf steel into the back of my enemy. The scream let out by the fallen fat man was music to my ears as he fell to the ground. The doctor tending to him quickly decided to flee, but he wasn’t getting away. With a quick flick of my wrist, I stuck him in the back for the killing blow.
My mission completed, I cloaked and returned to the safety of my base. My comrades were already routing the enemy inside their own base. It was only a matter of time before Well was ours. For the round. Perhaps next round, I will wake up as an old-fashioned soldier.
The life of an engineer-disguised TF2 spy on Well.
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