Post by EpicJay on Dec 15, 2010 11:31:20 GMT 1
PREPARE FOR A LONG READ 
It was the year of 2140, earth had established world peace, environment friendly cars hover above the streets commuting from A to B, for anyone who lived on earth, Life was bliss. Within the dystopian city a tall shiny metallic tower stood above the rest, at the top of this tower stood the letters JS in bright red neon lights see-able from miles afar. At the top floor of this tower a tall, smartly dressed man watches out of his window, admiring the perfect city before him watching as cars drift below his window smiling at all the drivers wishing them a good day with a gentle nod, his hand occasionally scratching his stubbly jaw line, he turns around and peers over the desk admiring the beautiful woman with long brown shiny hair, cradling a baby boy, softly cooing him to sleep, the woman appears to be in a manual wheelchair. As he looks outside his window again, he notices a large fiery rift emerge from the earth a crack slowly forming its way towards the city in an epic rage, consuming all the road into its fiery gulf a sudden sound of horns blaring from the cars outside and people running and screaming in terror, the man panics and grabs the rubbery grips of the wheelchair rushing out of the posh aesthetically pleasing office the loud rumble overpowering the baby’s ear piercing crying, he pushed the lift button rapidly hoping it would arrive faster watching the dial above it ascend from the ground floor feeling slower than ever. 1..2..3..4.. the number stood at 5, still another 22 floor left, the man panicked, as he gripped his jaw with thumb and finger wondering what to do, the crack had entered the city centre slowly advancing towards the tower, the sound of buildings crashing into the rift like a giant shredder machine chewing up the perfect city in minutes, the man looking outside the hallway window noticing the building next to the tower crumple before his very eyes, as the rift hits the base of his tower, it quakes it shaking violently, the babies cry now being drowned out by a louder noise, the man notices a beam of wood beginning to break above his immobile wife, he panics and rushes towards the wheelchair falling down just managing to push the wheelchair back against the wall as the beam crashes down crushing his left leg, the hot ash fusing his skin to the beam…
More to come AS i type it
Now, What i need you to do it reread that and imagine it in a cutscene for a game, this is for my college assignment but i just HAD to let you guys read it <3
It was the year of 2140, earth had established world peace, environment friendly cars hover above the streets commuting from A to B, for anyone who lived on earth, Life was bliss. Within the dystopian city a tall shiny metallic tower stood above the rest, at the top of this tower stood the letters JS in bright red neon lights see-able from miles afar. At the top floor of this tower a tall, smartly dressed man watches out of his window, admiring the perfect city before him watching as cars drift below his window smiling at all the drivers wishing them a good day with a gentle nod, his hand occasionally scratching his stubbly jaw line, he turns around and peers over the desk admiring the beautiful woman with long brown shiny hair, cradling a baby boy, softly cooing him to sleep, the woman appears to be in a manual wheelchair. As he looks outside his window again, he notices a large fiery rift emerge from the earth a crack slowly forming its way towards the city in an epic rage, consuming all the road into its fiery gulf a sudden sound of horns blaring from the cars outside and people running and screaming in terror, the man panics and grabs the rubbery grips of the wheelchair rushing out of the posh aesthetically pleasing office the loud rumble overpowering the baby’s ear piercing crying, he pushed the lift button rapidly hoping it would arrive faster watching the dial above it ascend from the ground floor feeling slower than ever. 1..2..3..4.. the number stood at 5, still another 22 floor left, the man panicked, as he gripped his jaw with thumb and finger wondering what to do, the crack had entered the city centre slowly advancing towards the tower, the sound of buildings crashing into the rift like a giant shredder machine chewing up the perfect city in minutes, the man looking outside the hallway window noticing the building next to the tower crumple before his very eyes, as the rift hits the base of his tower, it quakes it shaking violently, the babies cry now being drowned out by a louder noise, the man notices a beam of wood beginning to break above his immobile wife, he panics and rushes towards the wheelchair falling down just managing to push the wheelchair back against the wall as the beam crashes down crushing his left leg, the hot ash fusing his skin to the beam…
More to come AS i type it
Now, What i need you to do it reread that and imagine it in a cutscene for a game, this is for my college assignment but i just HAD to let you guys read it <3
