Nash is a sleepy pro in DEADCORE | Part 8

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Nashtya Newb

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Published on November 27, 2015 6:31:33 PM ● Video Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aJzyqWIzZtU

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Portal (2007)

Duration: 32:38

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Okay, so I had a pretty cool dream last night so we are going to talk about that.
I was a scientist in a massive research facility. The facility, which I don't remember the name of, was partially subterranean, partially submerged into the ocean, with a couple above ground entrances. Inside there were probably hundreds and maybe even a thousand or so other scientists, each studying, researching and experimenting in various fields. For starters, I was part of the team responsible for testing body enhancement- think like the ones Chell had in Portal, where she could fall far and survive because they absorbed it. My whole body was decked out in the machinery and we were actually past the rough stage and had given it a sleek design, so in most places it didn't stick out more than an inch. In my section I actually got to do puzzles or varying complexity, and I got a little laser gun- not like the movies, literally just a gun that could interact with targets and only targets equipped to interact with it. So essentially I got to spend a good portion of my days running, jumping and climbing, testing out exactly how much stress the thing could tape and how much it supplemented / took the burden off.
So I was in a puzzle room one day and I had just hit the last target so I buzzed into my supervisors to tell them my time had increase point eight whatevers but I didn't get any response back. There were windows normally that they could watch from, but looking at those I couldn't see anyone watching, so I decided to exit the room.
Outside my "oh no something bad is happening" sense immediately went off so I got sneaky, slowly creeping around corners. I came into a locker room area that usually would be where I'd change into my testing clothes, and discovered one of my coworkers dead on the floor, a bullet through their brain.
See, all the scientist in the building were so wrapped up in their own research and maybe interested in others, that we payed no attention to the outside world, other than to send off reports every know and then. We lived in the facility.
Knowing that whoever did this couldn't be too far, I crept into one of the lockers to hide for a moment, trying to plan where I'd go, very confused on what was happening.
Next I actually like switched consciousness to another scientist in a very different portion of the facility. Her name was Annabelle. She was working with another scientist out in the ocean, and if I remember correctly their current study was the effect of 3D printing underwater/under high pressures. So what do we make? Motherfucking broadswords, of course. They are all black with some glowy parts from different material I guess. Oh, and we made two of them. While they were still two handed, they were like a smaller/more manageable version of Cloud's sword.
Finish making them, we swing the swords around, testing how they hold up under the water. So far they were holding together quite nicely, so we headed to the depressurization tank and brought them along. We weren't too far down so the depressurization only took two hours, so we sat and chatted and examined our swords, looking at how well we did with them. They were actually pretty blunt though, the edges weren't sharp at all.
Finally we hit- not surface, but docking height back to the facility and we strip off our wetsuits and pull back on some proper clothes from the supply area. All ready, we open the door back into the facility to discover a horrifying scene.
Dead. Everywhere. The room isn't especially big, but its a common room for shipping/sending stuff into the ocean. At first glance I see at least fifteen bodies, blood staining the white room quite red, scientists fallen in all sorts of positions. But in front of us, only a couple feet away, there is a couple people with a gun.
One raises his gun and points it towards us. I'm still holding my sword and that point but when that gun turns towards me, I drop it and put my hands up. My partner shakes his head in anger, and I don't know what he was planning on doing but then a moment later and the crack of a gun and he is now laying on the ground beside me, dying. I collapse and grab him, holding his head, covering the wound on his chest, knowing there is nothing I can do as I watch the life fade from his eyes. I turn to the gunmen in anger, ask them what the hell are they doing, but they tell me to get up and leave him be. Guns pointed at me I do as they say, walking close to them, but what they don't know is that my favourite past time had been fighting. Now beside them, I sock one in the head to daze him, grab his gun, shoot the other before he can draw his own weapon, turn back and shoot the one who I had stolen from. Both men collapse, dead. I notice that they were in army gear. I also realize I just killed a man. Annabelle collapses beside her coworker again, knowing it's too late but not sure where to go.
OH NO I HAVE TO CONTINUE IN COMMENTS

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