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Message started by Mr.slam on 01/12/10 at 03:41:00

Title: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by Mr.slam on 01/12/10 at 03:41:00
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June 15,2010

Calypso's office

Calypso:Its been three years since the last twisted metal contest. Far too long! This time over 50 contestants have entered,and half of california is evacuating.So many competitors so little time...

As he says that spectre reads his letter...

Scott:dear contestants you will be starting off in different areas around the city.When the light on your dashboard blinks green, your dreams might just come true! Safe driving,Calypso

Scott: I better fuckin get what I want, that basterd f'ed me before.

And with that siad the contestants ride out of the positions  searching for a target.As the night draws closer sweetooth is getting annoyed

needles:Not a single worthy soul, what shame I wanted to show'em my new ride.O'well I guess I'll have to deal with these pussies calypso calls contestants!

As sweetooth roars down the road big dump aproaches... luaching a mineral berage out of his bed slicing though sweetooth armor like butter. The ice cream truck driverlessly swerves:big dump crushes him under his 10ft tall tires

White:The clown man is dead,but I need to find my brother...

His 100 ton truck rolls down the street braking asfalt every step of the way.END SO FAR

Alright remember this is based off the comic I'm makeing so its shorter,well I tired goodnight


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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by Mr.slam on 01/13/10 at 00:55:26
several miles away Razor cuts his way though traffic as well as knockin a few heads,he hits Grimm's chopper and he flips over the hood.

Mr.Grimm:Fuuuu

crack!Grimm's jaw brakes in half and falls under his limping body. As Grimm climbs up on his hogg Razor luaches a hub cap ninja star right into his back! In a mere second he explodes ,and razor boosts though the flames. After geting into a parking lot he checks his radar, but before he can pass a glance Railspike ram right into his rearend.

Chong:Megaton!(in headset)

Ted(repling)I'm called Railspike but you won't be alive long enuf to correct yourself!

The diesel train flips Chong's station wagon like a piece of foam,by now his car is in flames and his dying screams pierce though the dimly lit street.About a hundred yards away darkside injecks nos into the engine,in a flip of the switch darkside barrels twards Railspike honking his horn repetivly. Ash t-bones him right into a parking space and Ted Is dead...Not saying a word a dark shadowy figure comes out of the drivers side window of darkside and scratches a line next to several others,on a piece of sheet metal attached to his roof... ;D
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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by Mr.slam on 01/13/10 at 01:14:42

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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by Mr.slam on 01/17/10 at 18:17:08
As Calypso's helicopters record his masterpiece,he finds mansloughter parked inbetween two flaming cars.The pilots are lined with sweat,they know he has weapons and Calypso had told them about Mansloughters "disloyalty".

Calypso: (radoing pilots) Him!? That fool my slave will make short work of you!

Just then Mansloughter releases a hell storm of flaming rock, the video transmission goes out and the apache dives right into a sanoco across the street.

As Blacks gazes at the flames Bigdump plows into him,Mansloughters rim is gimped and he is forced to head down the street. Black jumps out of the truck and prys the wheel off,as he climbs back in Bigdump is facing him at the other end of the block.
All you could hear is the flames curling up the buildings and faint gun fire in the distance,as soon as it started it was gone and both contestants push there heavy hualers at top speeds.
Black pulls a pin out of a genade and toses it on to Bigdump,White looks under his foot and his eyes grow wide...his cab explodes and is ingulfed in flames. The mining truck wobles into a burning biulding..and it colapses...OK feedback please! need opinions advise etc... :-/
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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by The Dizaster Child on 01/18/10 at 17:49:50
I like the direction you're going with, especially with including your own characters. i'm assuming the link is for descriptions of said contestants?

my only issues are one, grammar. i'm a snob when it comes to spelling, punctuation, etc. so don't be offended by it. and 2, you need more detail. you don't give enough in-depth of the situation.. yea, we're supposed to use our imaginations to a point, but I wanna visualize the same thing you are

keep it going. I wanted to use some of my characters in a fic, but wasn't too sure how everyone would take it.. I might jus say fuck it and do it. plus, I got my own modern update on a very old skool character ;)

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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by Mr.slam on 01/19/10 at 02:06:09

The Dizaster Child wrote on 01/18/10 at 17:49:50:
I like the direction you're going with, especially with including your own characters. i'm assuming the link is for descriptions of said contestants?

my only issues are one, grammar. i'm a snob when it comes to spelling, punctuation, etc. so don't be offended by it. and 2, you need more detail. you don't give enough in-depth of the situation.. yea, we're supposed to use our imaginations to a point, but I wanna visualize the same thing you are

keep it going. I wanted to use some of my characters in a fic, but wasn't too sure how everyone would take it.. I might jus say fuck it and do it. plus, I got my own modern update on a very old skool character ;)

Finally I needed an opionion, I just wish I had microsoft word like my highschool it would make the grammer problem disapear. O well mybe I could just copy it on to google(when you search ,it corrects!)
Well I should have siad before english is my weakest subject, I just wanted to try this out. You know mybe if you make more fan fics I can study them,Wiat! before I say one more thing the fan fic is based off the comic, so I had to heavily modify it becouse the pictures told more than the words...ok that was a mouth full!
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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by Mr.slam on 01/19/10 at 03:59:49
Calypso's office:

Calypso: (flipping though video cameras) Nothing! O well no matter I still get to watch the show.

flipped to screen

Calypso: aaaahh thumper and spectre, this shall be interesting!

Older downtown LA:

Rocksalt: How di I loose this cracker ass motherfucker?

Thumper turns into alley way not seeing a single trace of spectre or his driver

Scott: (himself) stupid fuck its called invisibility! (Mic) Just cuz my cars brighter than your teeth don't mean nothin!

Rocksalt: I'm gonna stick this flame thower so far up you ass you moth...

Scott: um...

A few hundred feet behind thumper Railspike t-bones darkside, were he is sent into a roll

Scott: Your fryed chicken!

darkside lands on thumper, crushing the pink impala and its driver.
the mark Ash had scratched faded away and he drifed out of his flaming cabin and vanished into a shadow.

Ash: You will pay mortal, I'll make sure of it!

Had to finish the end quickliy.




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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by The Dizaster Child on 01/19/10 at 14:50:01
oh ok, I didn't know this was adaptation from a comic book. that makes a lil sense now

i'm still workin on Behind the Paint, and I might do one more Chronicle before I go into my next full on fic, so stayed tuned if you're wanting to get ideas from mine
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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by Mr.slam on 01/20/10 at 00:57:10
Darkside smolders under Thumper,Ted puts his deesiel in reverse as he talks to himself.

Ted: Stupid fucks!

Ted stops the train,and he glances down at a pictue of his son.

Ted: How could I say this? I'm in this for you!

The cabin lights up and his son apears, in a fiant vioce he calls out,"I miss you daddy."Ted start to draw tears,in front off him he sees a flicker, then another.

Ted: what is that?

Scott: (himself) shit! shit! shit! His boys spirit along with Ted's love and compasion knocked out my super natural invisibility.

Ted:bingo was his name-o!

Ted pops it in 1st then second ; a head-stone flips out of Spectre's grill.

Scott: Try this on you pathetic fuck!

a ghost missle flies out of it striking Railspike dead-center,but when Scott looks with a smirk, theres nothing, just a smoke wall which Railspike rides rright through.
Megaton crashes with a ton of force, Spectre's whole engine is smushed and pushed up onto the wall of the alley.

Ted: What the hell is that niose?

Scott's head stone is lodged into Railspikes grill, it starts making hissing nioses.

Scott: Dumb ass that a spiritual time bomb!

Ted:SHIII..

Megaton gets blown in half as demons and shadow figures spin around the explosion. The trucks half leans inward as walls of black and red flames shoot out from one side.

Scott walks into a wall.

Scott: Merry fuckin christmas!



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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by Mr.slam on 01/21/10 at 02:26:59
On the outskirts of California nere navada there are shelters, homeless,parked cars,and RVs for miles. A few stupid people decide to stay, amongst these are the Joneses, a nice, happy family from the suburbs of LA.

Mr.Jones: I'm ganna fuckin go out there and show the Governor a piece of my mind!

Mrs.Jones: Now honey how are we ganna get there? Its a war!

Terry: (walking in pulling his sister hiar)Ya dad How are you?

Mr.Jones I'll tell you! (grabbing the car keys)Get packed kids were goin out!

Molly: OOO Road trip!

Mrs.Jones: But...

Mr.Jones: Shut Up!; and pack you damn siut case! I'll be in the Garage.

He works in the garage all night,adding hood mounted brownings,and making home made "cherry bombs". He puts 2/4s on the doors, and ropes a ladder to the front of there "Family Wagon". As a Final touch he chians a picnic table to the back of the wagon and staples barped wire to it( Wow I'm making this tm4 reject sound cool*washes mouth out with soap*)In the morning he wakes up from the workbench and looks.

Mr.Jones: Now that what I call home security!(crazy tone)Alright folks time for a good old Jones family vactaion!

He packs the kids up and starts the car then crashes through the Garage door.

Mrs.Jones: Why the hell did you do that!

Mr.Jones: (dark voice/eyes twitch/floors gas pedal) But were not coming back!

The Jonses come out from the underpass that they live under, stoping at a flickering red light.All is qiet when an old, red coupe with orange flames, a chop top ,and the engine showing with a scoop rolls off the on ramp. It to has mounted machine guns on each driver and passanger side windows, Mr.Jones sees this and fires his prized world war II brownings at the classic car. Mrs.Jones starts screaming and Mr.Jones slaps her repeativly as he continues to lay down the lead.He stops and the coupe's horn starts blazing, so too does the car!His wife quivers in fear as she cries in the drivers seat.

A green 1984 Gmc truck on "66" Tires rolls out from a destroyed diary queen.

Mike: (out window)thanks for killin Speeding-ticket man!

Stew: Nice broad too hehe!

Mike: (looks at Stew)Hey Stew Wanna play Monster Jam?

Stew: (looks at Mike)You read my mind!  

Mr.Jones have seeing this type of exageration at his job as lawyar grabs a home made bomb and toses it over to Hammerhead. It lands in the back of there truck with them not knowing as they roll twards the wagon.

Mr.Jones: See you in hell fuckers!

But he missenterprited the length of the fuse; to late. The monster truck strikes with all four "43" wide tires ,and the force knocks the bomb out of the bed of the truck. A few seconds after Hammerhead drives back up the on-ramp, Molly is the only one alive and she crawls out of the back seat;there in front of her was a bomb with the fuse lit. Before she can even scream it goes off disintegrating her ,and flipping over the crushed wagon.

Well that was sort of a filler! Please comment!


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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by Mr.slam on 01/22/10 at 00:40:21
a few hours back,and about 20 minutes after Magatons demise,We see a purple cadilac herse with a cracked leather roof and a skull skewered to the grill with one side of the jaw snapped off driveing slowly down the alley, its dim headlights barley cutting a hole thought the pitch black air. He comes to a clearing with a burning train and a squished 67' Corvette.Just then a dirty swat truck(http://www.team-bhp.com/forum/attachments/international-automotive-scene/89597d1231949610-knight-xv-armoured-biofuel-suv-knight-xv_2.jpg)drives slowly around Shadow,as if stalking his pray.

Carl: Wiat for it,wiat for it...NOW!

Out-law turbos into Shadow's rustbucket and his tire gets pushed in as well as his grimme old bumper.Shadow starts to skid as out-law pushes him,and opens fire. Shadows window comes down, and fires a, whats seemed to be a lightingbolt,which dents and melts the hood of the Swat truck.

Mortimer: (ghostly) A cop has no biusness here!

Carl: Well my biusness isn't with you!

Carl: (sad)Sorry...it has to end.

Out-law fires several rapid-missles each blowing small holes in Shadows crumbling body,one missle hits and ignites his crusty leather roof. One final missle hits Shadows gas-tank, exploding upward. out of the burning roof,A flaming coffin flyes up and lands on the ground,shattering with a flaming corpse on the ground.Mortimers ghost drifts over

Mortimer:Nooo! I needed to stay with my body to move around,and my car is destroyed! What shall become of me now?

Mortimers spectre fades away into blackness
:At Calypso's safehouse

Calypso:There you go my friend,free at last.

Calypso picks up a locket of him as a child,next to a tall brite looking man.
END
Please! Fucking comment!
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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by ThumperMan3000 on 01/22/10 at 01:35:01
The Jonses?  Aren't they from one of the forbidden TM games?

And was that flame-covered coupe Firestarter?
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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by Mr.slam on 01/22/10 at 03:47:55

wrote on 01/22/10 at 01:35:01:
The Jonses?  Aren't they from one of the forbidden TM games?

And was that flame-covered coupe Firestarter?

Yes and no. The jonses(from the forbidden game) were used, but I just wanted to make em die the stupid familylike they were ment to be!
the red coupe is my own character,he's a car collecter named Gump(died in five seconds,so who reley cares?)  ;D
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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by ThumperMan3000 on 01/22/10 at 04:12:01

Mr.SLaM wrote on 01/22/10 at 03:47:55:
Yes and no. The jonses(from the forbidden game) were used, but I just wanted to make em die the stupid familylike they were ment to be!
the red coupe is my own character,he's a car collecter named Gump(died in five seconds,so who reley cares?)  ;D


Okay. At least the Jonses got what they deserve for contributing to crapping up the TM franchise to near death.
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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by Ø8LI√3®8 on 01/22/10 at 05:06:32
Don't post it paragraph by paragraph. Type it all up in Word then post it. That will also fix grammar.
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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by Mr.slam on 01/22/10 at 20:34:04
REDONE!!!!!!!!GRAMMER FIXED!!!!!!
Don’t know a character?
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June 15, 2010

Calypso's office

Calypso: It’s been three years since the last twisted metal contest. Far too long! This time over 50 contestants have entered, and half of California is evacuating. So many competitors so little time...

As he says that spectre reads his letter...

Scott: dear contestants you will be starting off in different areas around the city. When the light on your dashboard blinks green, your dreams might just come true! Safe driving, Calypso

Scott: I better fuckin get what I want, that basterd f'ed me before.

And with that said the contestants ride out of the positions searching for a target. As the night draws closer sweetooth is getting annoyed

needles: Not a single worthy soul, what shame I wanted to show'em my new ride. O'well I guess I'll have to deal with these pussies calypso calls contestants!

As sweetooth roars down the road big dump approaches... launching mineral borage out of his bed slicing though sweetooth armor likes butter. The ice cream truck driverlessly swerves: big dump crushes him under his 10ft tall tires

White: The clown man is dead, but I need to find my brother...

His 100 ton truck rolls down the street braking asphalt every step of the way.

Several miles away Razor cuts his way through traffic as well as knockin a few heads, he hits Grimm's chopper and he flips over the hood.

Mr. Grimm: Fuuuu

crack! Grimm's jaw brakes in half, and falls under his limping body, As Grimm climbs up on his Hogg Razor launches a hub cap ninja star right into his back! In a mere second he explodes, and razor boosts though the flames. After getting into a parking lot he checks his radar, but before he can pass a glance Railspike ram right into his rear-end.

Chong: Megaton! (In headset)

Ted (replying) I’m called Railspike but you won't be alive long enough to correct yourself!

The diesel train flips Chong's station wagon like a piece of foam, by now his car is in flames and his dying screams pierce though the dimly lit street. About a hundred yards away darkside injects nos into the engine, in a flip of the switch darkside barrels towards Railspike honking his horn repetivly. Ash t-bones him right into a parking space and Ted Is dead...Not saying a word a dark shadowy figure comes out of the driver’s side window of dark side and scratches a line next to several others, on a piece of sheet metal attached to his roof...  

As Calypso's helicopters record his masterpiece, he finds manslaughter parked in-between two flaming cars. The pilots are lined with sweat, they know he has weapons and Calypso had told them about Manslaughters’ "disloyalty".

Calypso: (radioing pilots) Him!? That fool my slave will make short work of you!

Just then Manslaughter releases a hell storm of flaming rock, the video transmission goes out and the apache dives right into a Sonoco across the street.

As Blacks gazes at the flames big dump plows into him, Mansloughters rim is gimped and he is forced to head down the street. Black jumps out of the truck and pries the wheel off, as he climbs back in big dump is facing him at the other end of the block.
All you could hear is the flames curling up the buildings and faint gun fire in the distance, as soon as it started it was gone and both contestants push their heavy haulers at top speeds.
Black pulls a pin out of a grenade and tosses it on to Bigdump, White looks under his foot and his eyes grow wide...his cab explodes and is engulfed in flames. The mining truck wobbles into a burning building...and it collapses...OK feedback please! Need opinions advise etc...  

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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by Mr.slam on 01/22/10 at 20:51:20
FIXED!!!!!PART222222!!!!!!
Calypso's office:

Calypso: (flipping though video cameras) Nothing! O well no matter I still get to watch the show.

Flipped to screen

Calypso: aaaahh thumper and spectre, this shall be interesting!

Older downtown LA:

Rock salt: How did I lose this cracker ass motherfucker?

Thumper turns into alley way not seeing a single trace of spectre or his driver

Scott: (himself) stupid fuck its called invisibility! (Mic) Just cuz my cars brighter than your teeth don't mean nothin!

Rock salt: I'm gonna stick this flame thrower so far up your ass you moth...

Scott: um...

A few hundred feet behind thumper Railspike t-bones darkside, were he is sent into a roll

Scott: Your fried chicken!

darkside lands on thumper, crushing the pink impala and its driver.
The mark Ash had scratched faded away and he drifted out of his flaming cabin and vanished into a shadow.

Ash: You will pay mortal; I'll make sure of it!

Darkside smolders under Thumper, Ted puts his diesel in reverse as he talks to himself.

Ted: Stupid fucks!

Ted stops the train, and he glances down at a picture of his son.

Ted: How could I say this? I'm in this for you!

The cabin lights up and his son appear, in a faint voice he calls out, “I miss you daddy."Ted start to draw tears, in front of him he sees a flicker, then another.

Ted: what is that?

Scott: (himself) shit! Shit! Shit! His boy’s spirit along with Ted's love and compassion knocked out my super natural invisibility.

Ted: bingo was his name-o!

Ted pops it in 1st then second; a head-stone flips out of Spectre's grill.

Scott: Try this on you pathetic fuck!

A ghost missile flies out of it striking Railspike dead-center, but when Scott looks with a smirk, there’s nothing, just a smoke wall which Railspike rides right through.
Megaton crashes with a ton of force; Spectre's whole engine is smashed and pushed up onto the wall of the alley.

Ted: What the hell is that noise?

Scott's head stone is lodged into Railspikes grill, it starts making hissing noises.

Scott: Dumb ass that a spiritual time bomb!

Ted: SHIII...

Megaton gets blown in half as demons and shadow figures spin around the explosion. The trucks half leans inward as walls of black and red flames shoot out from one side.

Scott walks into a wall.

Scott: Merry fuckin Christmas!
On the outskirts of California near Nevada there are shelters, homeless, parked cars, and RVs for miles. A few stupid people decide to stay; amongst these are the Joneses, a nice, happy family from the suburbs of LA.

Mr. Jones: I'm ganna fuckin go out there and show the Governor a piece of my mind!

Mrs. Jones: Now honey how are we ganna get there? It’s a war!

Terry: (walking in pulling his sister hair) ya dad How are you?

Mr. Jones I'll tell you! (Grabbing the car keys)Get packed kids were goin out!

Molly: OOO Road trip!

Mrs. Jones: But...

Mr. Jones: Shut Up! and pack you damn suit case! I'll be in the Garage.

He works in the garage all night, adding hood mounted Brownings, and making homemade "cherry bombs". He puts 2/4s on the doors, and ropes a ladder to the front of their "Family Wagon". As a Final touch he chains a picnic table to the back of the wagon and staples barbed wire to it (Wow I'm making this tm4 reject sound cool*washes mouth out with soap*) in the morning he wakes up from the workbench and looks.

Mr. Jones: Now that what I call home security! (Crazy tone)Alright folks time for a good old Jones family vacation!

He packs the kids up and starts the car then crashes through the Garage door.

Mrs. Jones: Why the hell did you do that!

Mr. Jones: (dark voice/eyes twitch/floors gas pedal) But were not coming back!

The Joneses come out from the underpass that they live under, stopping at a flickering red light. All is quiet when an old, red coupe with orange flames, a chop top, and the engine showing with a scoop rolls off the on ramp. It too has mounted machine guns on each driver and passenger side windows; Mr. Jones sees this and fires his prized World War II Brownings at the classic car. Mrs. Jones starts screaming and Mr. Jones slaps her repeatedly as he continues to lay down the lead. He stops and the coupe's horn starts blazing, so too does the car! His wife quivers in fear as she cries in the driver’s seat.

A green 1984 Gmc truck on "66" Tires rolls out from a destroyed dairy queen.

Mike: (out window) thanks for killin Speeding-ticket man!

Stew: Nice broad too hehe!

Mike: (looks at Stew) Hey Stew Wanna play Monster Jam?

Stew: (looks at Mike) you read my mind!  

Mr. Jones have seeing this type of exaggeration at his job as lawyer grabs a homemade bomb and tosses it over to Hammerhead. It lands in the back of their truck with them not knowing as they roll towards the wagon.

Mr. Jones: See you in hell fuckers!

But he misinterpreted the length of the fuse; too late. The monster truck strikes with all four "43" wide tires, and the force knocks the bomb out of the bed of the truck. A few seconds after Hammerhead drives back up the on-ramp, Molly is the only one alive and she crawls out of the back seat; there in front of her was a bomb with the fuse lit. Before she can even scream it goes off disintegrating her, and flipping over the crushed wagon.

Well that was sort of filler! Please comment!

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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by Mr.slam on 01/22/10 at 20:56:51
ALL FIXED!!!!!PART3!!!!!!!
A few hours back, and about 20 minutes after Megaton’s demise, we see a purple Cadillac hearse with a cracked leather roof and a skull skewered to the grill with one side of the jaw snapped off driving slowly down the alley, its dim headlights barley cutting a hole thought the pitch black air. He comes to a clearing with a burning train and a squished 67' Corvette. Just then a dirty swat truck (http://www.team-bhp.com/forum/attachments/international-automotive-scene/89597d1...)Drives slowly around Shadow, as if stalking his pray.

Carl: Wait for it, wiat for it...NOW!

Out-law turbos into Shadow's rust bucket and his tire gets pushed in as well as his grime old bumper. A shadow start to skid as Out-law pushes him, and opens fire. Shadows window comes down, and fires a, what’s seemed to be a lightingbolt, which dents and melts the hood of the Swat truck.

Mortimer: (ghostly) a cop has no business here!

Carl: Well my business isn't with you!

Carl: (sad) Sorry...it has to end.

Out-law fires several rapid-missiles each blowing small holes in Shadows crumbling body, one missile hits and ignites his crusty leather roof. One final missile hits Shadows gas-tank, exploding upward. Out of the burning roof, a flaming coffin flies up and lands on the ground, shattering with a flaming corpse on the ground.Mortimers ghost drifts over

Mortimer: Nooo! I needed to stay with my body to move around, and my car is destroyed! What shall become of me now?

Mortimer’s spectre fades away into blackness
: At Calypso's safe house

Calypso: There you go my friend, free at last.

Calypso picks up a locket of him as a child, next to a tall bright looking man.
END
Please! Fucking comment!

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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by Mr.slam on 01/22/10 at 20:58:07
fixed(REPOSTED) everything with Microsoft Word,ALL shitty grammer and what-not.
I will go on now
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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by Mr.slam on 01/23/10 at 04:04:58
NEW!
Out-law sat their reading off his check list as Shadow burned in front of him.

Carl: according to my list I only got about 20 more of these fuckers!  

Shadow X                  WartHog      Mr. Slam
ThumperX                 Hammerhead      Mr. GrimmX
SweetoothX      Grass-hopperX      Bombshell...Etc
DarksideX      Axel          GravestoneX              
Knock-out
Speeding-TicketX       Slurry                      
MegatonX                      Minion
Big DumpX      Yellow-Jacket

Looking in his rear-view mirror he spots Minion and Hammerhead swerving each other’s gun fire, one a black six-wheeled S.W.A.T. tank with “swat” X’ed out and 666 Written on it with blood, and the other a yellow  front-end loader equipped with 2 machine-guns and a rocket-launcher with the words “SLAM your build zone with us” written on the door.

Carl: Better split, every year I have to deal with those fucks! Oh well at least Minion isn’t a “surprise” competitor this year!

Out-law Speeds off. Slam puts his loader in reverse as Minion lines up a shot

Minion: See you in hell Simon.

The demon pulls the trigger but only hits out Slams headlight and grill.

Simon: How the hell do miss with cannon!

Both vehicles stop for a second

Minion: Considering our vehicles.

Simon: (yelling/pulling down a lever) this baby puts scrap like you into the junkyard

Slam’s jaws pull forward and grab Minions turret barrel, Simon pulls the truck in reverse, but Minion fires a shell, blowing apart a good chunk of Slam’s jaws and peals Minions barrel like a banana

Simon: Minion: Shit!

Minion loads another shell in.

Minion: See you in hell Slam.

In the background down the High-way entrance drives a green jacked-up pick-up. Hammerhead smashes right though Slam’s and Minion’s party, braking off slam’s loader.

Mike: Did you ever notice how high we are off the ground?

Stew: (smiling/pulling out weed) Wanna get higher?
Minion pulls the trigger.

Minion: Damn sinners, be punished!
The shell rips right though the cab of the truck, going right through Mike’s head, getting blood all over Stew’s disco-glasses and chunk of eye-ball in his afro.

Stew: (crying/yelling) Shit!

Hammerhead speeds up an off-ramp, and Slam speeds off, leaving Minion forgotten, but not alone!


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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by magnum on 01/23/10 at 15:25:57
Well dayum!

Dat sh8 lookie betta!
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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by Mr.slam on 01/23/10 at 17:18:44

Magnum wrote on 01/23/10 at 15:25:57:
Well dayum!

Dat sh8 lookie betta!

well I guess it's good enough, if your acually commenting, even though it's sort of an insult. :-?
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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by magnum on 01/25/10 at 12:20:55
It was actually a compliment.

I ussually don't say anything if there is nothing nice to say. Ussually that's bullshit too.  

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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by Mr.slam on 01/25/10 at 23:22:42
A few minutes before Mike gets iced
Frank drives his tow-truck down the Jenson free-way, his truck a 1980 Chevrolet 60 Tow Truck: sheet metal covering the front wind shield with slits cut out like KO eyes, a knocked out smiley-face wrecking ball, and a rack of lights on the roof. He counts the mile markers as they go by.

Frank: Mile 345.

A sharp pain throbs through his gut.

:That fucking clown. (Thinking) Funny I’m 49 but I still feel 24, like that coma didn’t do anything.
If I, no, when I win I’m gonna get my family back.

“Too late for another sob story” he says as Axel beams up on his radar, and comes into sight at the far end of the free-way.

:What the hell is that thing?

A man strapped onto a metal platform with his hands on a joy-stick drives a 2 wheels contraption.

Diamond: Eat this metal head!

He fires 2 Rockets simultaneously, Knock-out dodges one and get hit with the other right on the hood. To Diamond’s amazement it only scuffed it up.

Frank: Hey I just got this thing waxed you freak-show reject!

Diamond: You think I want to be here?! I used to be a well respected
military officer until, I volunteered for a “bio-mechanical” experiment.

Frank: (About to fire his Gatling guns/smirking) Area 51?

Diamond: How did you know?

Frank: WHAT!?

Diamond: don’t bother shooting, my skin is as hard as Diamond when I flex, hence the name. Yeah, I haven’t been able to see my family in years.

Within a few yards they’re about to pass, almost allies toward a common goal. Knock-out punches a hard left swinging his wrecking-ball. It Hits Diamond right in the gut, his guard was down, guts fly everywhere and the tires each go one way. Knock-out drives into a 180 as one tires role by the left, and right of him, pulling it back forward Frank says in a blank expression “There’s no need for another sob story.”


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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by maartyrr on 01/26/10 at 03:48:34
ah very nicely done, keep up the good work...bio-mechanical engineered weapon...why the hell didnt i think of that?

so is hammerhead out? or is it just one of his drivers that is dead? also I think I'm going to copy off of you and post recaps/lists of cars still in it and that are dead - hope ya dont mind
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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by Mr.slam on 01/26/10 at 20:24:38

maartyrr wrote on 01/26/10 at 03:48:34:
ah very nicely done, keep up the good work...bio-mechanical engineered weapon...why the hell didnt i think of that?

so is hammerhead out? or is it just one of his drivers that is dead? also I think I'm going to copy off of you and post recaps/lists of cars still in it and that are dead - hope ya dont mind

hammerhead's one driver is dead,and sure I don't care what you copy off this
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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by Mr.slam on 01/27/10 at 22:58:43
Manslaughter sees the explosion a few miles away, his truck is fixed and now has “Manslaughter” written on the hopper in black spray paint.   (Truck’s color in yellow)
(http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/tractors/images/thumb/3/3d/Aveling-Barford_dump_truck.JPG/250px-Aveling-Barford_dump_truck.JPG )

Black: I’ll rip them to pieces (he croaks as he’s speeding off onto Jenson free-way)
:
: Present time::

Minion sits and laughs to himself as both competitors flee the area.

Minion: Those fools thought they could take on the might of MINION!?

Having said that aloud in the MIC he gets a response, ”Me! You demon ass fuck! ”  An engine rev comes from under the off ramp, Knock-out almost flattens a dog as he hits the gas as hard as he can. Within a few feet of Minion he cuts a hard right turn, the ball swings and hits Minion on the turret. His Swat tank flips over and the turret flies up and crashes a few hundred feet away; Frank pulls the truck strait as he says “KNOCKED-OUT!” Frank flips up his radar to check for enemies, a few minutes later he’s in his cab drinking some coffee.

Frank: Ah, it’s nice to not have a care in the world.(to himself as he puts his feet on the dash board and taking another sip of his coffee)

As soon as the conflict ends, it starts up again, as Wart-hog, a military jeep, and his driver; Sgt. Morris, U.S. Marines hardened mechanic  drive fearlessly toward Knock-out.

Sgt. Morris: Take this you punk!(He says as he hits the button to load his special)

But before he could spout off anything else, Frank interrupts .

Frank: You just got had!

Right as Frank says that Wart-hog hits the small mine He placed, blowing off Wart-hog’s tire and causing Sgt. Morris to flee to an alley.

Black: DIIIEEEE!(He moans as  he smashes through the overpass guard-rail )

Manslaughter lands on the bed of Knock-out, getting both of them pined

Frank: Fuck this shit!(He says as he picks a desert eagle up off his dashboard and gets out of the car.)

So too does Black as he picks up a hunting knife and gets out of the car, simultaneously They both attack, Black throws his knife straight at Franks head as Frank pops off four shots. Frank’s tooth-pick falls to the ground as the knife sits in his head; he falls to the ground, dead. Black’s four bullet wounds start to drip blood, he stumbles a few steps then he falls to the ground smacking his head and ripping his ski mask.

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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by Mr.slam on 01/28/10 at 23:35:55
Sgt .Morris left his axel bent humvee down at a warehouse a mile back and has started walking the backstreets to were him and Knock-out have been fighting. All he sees when he walks toward the off ramp is Knock-out smashed under Manslaughter’s 5-ton truck, and both of them dead on the road.

: Damn that was my kill! Wait, their vehicles, I can use them for my Humvee.

He thinks for a second and sees Minion’s bottom half lying upside down, and looks at Knock-out’s towing chains. Sgt. Morris goes into Manslaughter and launches his special, whipping the truck off of Knock-out. Next he chains Knock-out to Minion and starts dragging Minion’s carcass to the warehouse.

: How Am I goanna do this? I’ll have to take off the axel, make sure that turret off, and hope the cockpit’s still intact.

Sgt. Morris lifts Warthog onto Minion’s lower half then he bolted it down, and used Knock-out’s super strong chains for extra support. After about 3 hours of work he finally finished the controls, and finished off with painting over Minion’s 666 on the front with a green blob and us army in spray paint; he painted the 666 on the side over with a green blob and a silver star.

Sgt. Morris: Damn I’m good, too bad there not goanna see me long enough to gape in awe at my creation!

::Miles away at sweet tooth’s truck::Same time::

:How could they leave me here to die, they should have finished me off when they had the chance; now they will suffer the consequences!

Needles hits his special button and his Ice-cream truck starts to transform into a mech. One by one the robot rips the mineral shards from Big-dump out of his armor, then transforms back into car mode. Needles gets out of the truck to change both of his tires

: Thank yoouuu Mr. “benefactor” for your Gobot reject! Now if I win this year you’ll give me a “Gold” Tooth.(to himself out loud)
Needles changes the tires on the truck, and gets back in.

: Only 8 people left! How long was I out?!

:: on the ground/looking down the street::

Sweet Tooth speeds down the road, a few seconds later a huge wheel rolls into the shot as you here the engine purr.
Read the rest on the next exiting post of…Twisted Metal 50.Cal!

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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by Mr.slam on 01/28/10 at 23:52:14
Whats a gobot? http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gobots
The best of both worlds universes!

Sweet tooth's "robot mode"

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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by maartyrr on 01/30/10 at 21:55:32
awesome awesome awesome...keep it coming - the drawings are nice too
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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by magnum on 01/31/10 at 15:00:08
yes. good stuff. keep rolling.
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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by Mr.slam on 02/02/10 at 21:29:47
A big tire rolls into the shot, and it slowly pans up to Sgt. Morris behind the wheel. It is now early morning and there’s very few competitors left.

Sgt. Morris: That fucking clown has had this coming for a long, long time! (As the ice-cream truck music fades away)

He punches the gas and the Humvee-Tank hybrid rips through the already cracked asphalt. Warthog ketches up to Sweet Tooth quickly, almost about to hit him…Sweet Tooth saw him way back on his radar. Needles flips up a cover and smacks a red button,” Special acquired “ Sweet Tooth’s speakers blurt out.

Sgt. Morris:  What the hell does that mean?

Needles: This!

Sweet Tooth transforms into his robot mode, and jumps at the same time, landing on Warthog. The robots head leans over the driver-side window and says “Minion? No. Sgt. Morris, well how do you do?!”
“I think the question at hand is…how’s your head! ” Sgt. Morris hits his special, launching three Patriot Missiles right at Sweet Tooth’s mech head.  Sgt. Morris, stunned drives into a gate, his head spinning. As his head spins he sees Sweet Tooth stand up, he’s laughing! The melted clown head laughs as its whole head gets covered,  his shoulders, what would be his 2 back doors, open up reveling 8 fire missiles on each shoulder.

Sgt. Morris: (in a low groggy voice) FUuuckk…gatta do something!

Sweet Tooth fires all 8. The blast is so powerful as they fly toward Warthog , that it smothers the Sweet Tooth’s melting head. The explosion is fast and bright, the two parts of what used to be Warthog fly in two directions.

Needles: And people call me crazy! Ooohahahaha!!!(Creepy laugh)

At that moment a homing missile hits Sweet Tooth ‘s head, blowing it off and half his chest. The robot falls to the ground, a flaming wreck! It was Sgt. Morris, he hit the switch before his demise!

::Camera pans up to the roof tops::

::A blue Roush Stage 3 Mustang with a white pin stripe rolls into the shot::

Scott: Now that’s fucking funny!

Back down on the street  Manslaughter smashes through the wreckage, Black, alive and well!
!!Next one sooN!!

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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by Mr.slam on 02/05/10 at 20:40:49
I've typed my ass off but here it is! My biggest instalment yet!
:: the smoke clouds cover up the small amounts of early morning sun, making it still feel like night::

Manslaughter rolls past the flaming car bodies, he stops.

:: The smoke hovers through the truck’s headlights::
Black: Where did they go?! (As he smashes the dash board with his fist)

Black flips up his Radar but doesn’t see anything. “Gaaaaa!” he yells in anger.

::up on the roof::
Scott: Stupid ass sped.

Scott flips a switch, and a barrel comes out of the mustang’s trunk.”Eat this!”, but before anything happens a huge gush of water fills the Canal across the street.”What the?”  Storm clouds roll in and a huge rumble stops Spectre from firing. “O no not Megaton! Maybe, I could sit this one out.”, as Scott looks down at Manslaughter. Then a huge semi flies out from the slanted walls of the canal.

Dread Wind: I am Lord Dread Wind master of the wind!

The truck is an armored Purple semi with lighting decals, a cow-catcher attached, and some weird weather equipment. After he says that an armored old blue woody comes through the hole in the fence Dread Wind caused.

Shaun: Ya right on bro!

Dread Wind: Yes indeed

::In the semi’s cab::

Dread Winds eyes lids are low, and has dark bags under his eyes. “Let’s , Let’s …” He hits the steering wheel, passed out. In a few seconds he climbs up.

:Yo  Shaun, you there, I…I passed out again.

Shaun: That was the longest time yet, but you came to in time for use to waste this guy!

Dread Wind: (To himself) I wish my other personality wouldn’t get in the way, or I’d like it if I could remember what he does! (To High Tide) Let’s get this big motherfucker!

Dread Wind hits a red button, and a tornado siren flips out of his roof. It goes off, and the clouds above the truck spin downward. The tornado engulfs Dread Wind and lifts the semi up into the clouds. High Tide drive right into it, and a wall of water shoots out of the canal into the tornado. In mere seconds the twister becomes a dark aqua color and sharp water “sickles” spin around violently.

Black: What is this? I will obliterate them.

Manslaughter starts driving backward as the twister rips up the street a few hundred yards in front of him. Black launches  3 homing missiles, all heading up into the tornado, but they all get wiped out; one hits a bridge, the second hits a parked van, and the last one wises by into the already flaming Sunoco.

Scott: (slowly)  Holy shit.(as the Sunoco sign flies up on Spectre’s right to roof-top level  and flames shoot up.)

Manslaughter is finally sucked into the twister. The wind flings him around as the water rips chunks of his armor off, After 30 second,  the war-torn dump truck gets flung  a few miles away. The tornado takes a sharp turn toward the builds to the right.

Scott: O shit!

Scott Puts the mustang in reverse , then takes a hard left, then he floors it. He hops off and on roof tops at 60mph, and the twister rips through all of them, trialing close to Spectre. Scott looks to the right.

Scott: A fucking underground parking garage! Halleluiah!

Spectre takes a hard right , jumping off the rooftops, and swerving into the parking garage.

Dread Wing: Damn, disengage.
The  truck and woody lower to the ground as the tornado subsides back into the clouds, and the water goes back into the canal.

Shaun: (out the window) Hey, we got one.

Dread Wind: (out the window)Ya I guess.

Just then a blue formula-1 car slowly pulls out of the alley to their right. She sees Dread Wind hanging out the window, and she pulls closer.

Miranda: Max? Is that you?

Dread Wind sees her and memories come back.

Dread Wind: It’s all coming back to me, you’re my sister? Why are you here in Twisted Metal?

Miranda: You’ve been missing for over a year, so I couldn’t tell you this but… Amanda is dead.

Fucking amazing if I do say so myself, Its funny how much story you could get out of 2 new characters
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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by Mr.slam on 02/07/10 at 04:30:28
Miranda: I entered the contest to get her back.

Max: Well I had amnesia, and I still do. I don’t know how I got my tornado powers, or why I keep changing personalities.

Miranda: well we could both run together!

Shaun: Hell no! Are we goanna cap this bitch or what?

Max: Sorry Shaun, but you and your car High Tide are out.

Max picks up a mini Uzi and aims through the window. He fires a whole clip into the side of High Tide, killing Shaun, and his head hits the horn.

Miranda: (over the horn) let’s get out of here.

Twister turns left, and Dread Wind drives along side. Miranda flips 2 switches, one up one down, which fires a rear power missile. It hits High Tide, blowing up the front and setting it on fire.

:: Charlie’s Scrap Yard:: :: Morning sun shines through the mounds of cars and trucks::

Simon is seen putting the last touches on his bull dozer after him and Minion’s dispute. The claw is now fixed and ready for “public service”. Simon hops in the cab and starts up his maniacal beast.

Simon: listen to that, beautiful, and my claw is ready for work!

Marcus Kane: (on the radio) This is all a dream! We will all be out of it once I win, I’ll wish for everyone to be free!

Simon: Now you rely gone nuts, you were once a nice bum off the street, now you’re a crazy ass bum!

Marcus: Your ignorance is shadowing your logic! Even a respectable scientist shadowed by this dream’s curse, now I know I must win!

Simon: not in your old junk-…(interupted)

Marcus rolls out from behind a pile of cars reveling Roadkill, a Buffalo mine remover.

: er, shit!

Marcus: I will save us my friend!

Roadkill turns towards Slam, and flips out his spiked arm. Marcus hits on the gas perpetuating the 50,000 pound 6x6 truck up to break- neck pace. Slam has no time to react and the spikes pierce into Slam’s front. Simon lowers its claw and latches itself to Roadkill’s hood. It gets stuck in Roadkill’s

Marcus: big mistake my friend, see you once this over with.
A homing missile flips out of Roadkill’s roof, and Marcus fires straight at Slam’s cabin. Boom, direct hit, the claw’s pressurized grip is released as the engines fail, and it falls to the ground. Roadkill backs up, ripping the claw out of Slam.

Marcus: I will save these innocence from Calypso’s contest!

Roadkill barrels out of the scrap yard, enabling it to do a small drift.

I like this fucking truck!

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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by Mr.slam on 02/10/10 at 05:04:12
:: Dimension #B.3456/7.8::

High atop Calypso’s tower Calypso is making an offer to some “business partners”

Calypso: Black, as far as I know is dead, and all I have to contact is you. I need you to go through the portal and locate my twin.

Sid Burn: and what’s in it for us huh?

Calypso: oh say… all 3 of your vehicles’ weights in gold?

Sid Burn: (waving his arm up) Molo! Go fill up the cars with cinder blocks!

Calypso: A-a-a, not until you do the job.
Sid Burn: You slippery bastard, ah! You got a fuckin deal.

:: Dimension #A.3456/7.8:: ::Hammerheads cab::

Calypso comes up onto the dashboard video-screen. His face smile ling devilishly, his face burn and red.

: Aaaah Stew!  How are you, were’s Mike?

Stew: Dead

Calypso: Do you want him back?

Stew: but I dropped his body hours ago!?

Calypso: (Can help but grinning at his stupidity) Well you’ll get him alive in your truck.

Stew: What’s the catch?

Calypso: well...

:: La Bea shopping plaza, LA:: ::early morning::

A green swirling portal appears in the parking lot, three vehicles armed to the teeth come barging through, each swerving into each direction.

Sid Burn: You know the mission, so get to it! (Posses for a second) And kill any mother fucker who gets into your way.

Loki: I’ll do my best!

As he says that Hammerhead runs through half of Pink’s and clobbers over Loki’s jeep. Molo pulls forward a bit trying to maneuver his school bus, but Hammerhead has his homing missile locked on. Bleep! The rocket bursts out of the chamber ,and it hurls towards the bus. KABOOM! The bomb blows Molo’s bus in half and Hammerhead rolls over what’s left.

Sid Burn: NO! You’ll never get me!

Sid Burn flips up an orange switch, and a barrel comes out of the Corvette’s trunk. Hammerhead pulls a 180 and races towards him.
Sid Burn: see ya slick!
Hammerhead runs over the Corvette right as Sid pulls the lever up, exploding under Hammerhead and on top of the Corvette, destroying both vehicles. Seconds later Mike appears a few feet off the ground, and falls, “oof”
Mike: Wow, shit what happen here? Stew,  Hammerhead; He’s dead and Hammerhead’s destroyed? O shit dude, hey there’s always next year!
A small shadow grows over Mike, its gets bigger, and bigger until, SMOOSH! Manslaughter lands on Mike breaking, ripping and smushing every part of his body, and the truck just sits there, a flaming ripped up wreck.

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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by Mr.slam on 02/10/10 at 19:44:22
:: Early Morning:: :: Twister and Dread Wind driving away in the distance::

Spectre slowly rolls out of the underground garage, Scott grips the steering wheel tentatively.

: I hate tornadoes.

Spectre peels out into the opposite direction of Twister, Scott looks around looking at the destruction left.

: Holy shit! I mean damn, it’ll take years to fix this, too bad when I win I’m move’n to Vegas.

Spectre stops at an intersection and Scott looks over into a blockbuster with a gaping hole in it.

: Pit Viper…Who drives weak ass vehicles like that any ways?

An armored police SUV pulls out behind Spectre.

Carl: I think you do!

Scott: Fuck you Outlaw.

Spectre picks up speed to draw some distance between them, then
Scott flips 2 switches, one up , one down. A panel flips out of the mustang’s roof to reveal a fire missile, then it spins around.”FIRE”, the computer reads out, and the Fire missile hurtles at Outlaw.

Carl: whoa!

Outlaw jerks right, and the missile explodes feet away, pushing asphalt and debris up onto Outlaw’s hood. Carl pulls out a switch, and two rods come out of Outlaw’s bumper. A shock of electricity jolts out of them zipping towards Spectre, striking him in the bumper. Spectre’s car says “Energy weapons enabled”, and Carl stairs in horror.

Scott: Ghosts drain electricity dumbass!

Scott flips down a clear blue switch, and a freeze missile hits Outlaw, stopping him instantly. Spectre does a 180, facing him.

Carl: No every thing’s down, NO!

Scott: See ya!

A power missile flips out of Spectre’s side panel, and he fires. Carl desperately tries to break out of the cab but the ice is too thick. Boom, the power missile rips into the radiator and explodes on the inside, causing the windows and ice to blow out everywhere.

Scott: There’s an important lesson learned here Carl, hehehe.

Spectre races down West Pico Blvd. (there’s actually a blockbuster in LA on this street)into the early morning sun.
(outlaw's suv)http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AYaFFddDnhA/SicOPNJH42I/AAAAAAAAADM/Q1y4kzh8h10/s400/swat-armored-cars.jpg
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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by magnum on 02/11/10 at 13:38:44
Not bad. Not bad.

Keep rollin.
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Post by Mr.slam on 02/12/10 at 18:46:05
::Afternoon::

Spectre races through roadblocks and boarded up buildings, Scott constantly scans the radar knowing the contest only has 3 people left. After jumping over an armored bus barricade Spectre finds himself surround by the only nice part in California left, Beverly Hills.

Scott: To bad I’m goanna have to fuck it up.

:: Supermarket in Beverly Hills::

Dread Wind and Twister sit outside the store, Max has gone in for food and Miranda waits for him. She checks the radar a few times knowing  there’s only a few competitors left. After a few minutes she hears a rumble in the distance, before she can turn around a blue mustang cracks into the formula 1 car. The mustang flips around doing a 360.

Scott: Ketch me if you can bitch!

Miranda: That’s not a problem!

Scott pushes the throttle past Elat Market(In Beverly Hills)  onto Beverly Blvd.(actual street) Miles later Twister is still on Spectre’s tail, she layers bullet after bullet, Miranda’s getting suspicious.

Scott: (to himself) I’ll take her right into hostile territory, those scavengers ‘ll rip her to bits.

Spectre turns right onto Sunset Blvd. ,Twister still on his tale. “Dodgers Stadium” the half burnt sign reads, Spectre turns left into the parking lot. Scott looks for an entrance -There!- Spectre aims for the flipped over freeway sign, and jumps over the destroyed bus and cement blockade. He then proceeds to drop a low powered energy mine right where he lands. The mustang climbs into the bleachers and jumps out on the other side rolling away.

Miranda: Where did he go(as she goes off the jump)

CRACK! Her right tire land on the mine, it rips through the thin wire frame work, and she spins out of control on the soft dirt. As Twister comes to a stop Miranda looks around quickly, “why’d he do all this?’ she asks herself. She gets her answer, Down under the bleachers men and women come out, armed with any type of fire arm imaginable.” You will be punished!” a man yells out. They take aim, Miranda can’t do anything but watch as she’s about to be shot to death. “FIRE!” The hostiles fire round after round into the formula 1 car, seconds later it ketches a blaze, and Miranda is dead.
Scott: (watches the radar as the red blimp that said “Twister” fades away) Now all I gatta do is take care of that big as fuckin truck, this is goanna be fun!

:Elat Market 20 minutes later:

Max: I’m surprised you didn’t come get me, I…

Max looks at tire marks and few pieces of scrap metal on the ground. He climbs into his truck and speeds off, dark clouds trail behind him…

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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by Mr.slam on 02/14/10 at 14:51:03
should I even keep going?
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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by magnum on 02/14/10 at 15:30:43

Magnum wrote on 02/11/10 at 13:38:44:
Not bad. Not bad.

Keep rollin.


Uhhh....didn't I just say this a few days ago? If you don't want to, by all means, stop.
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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by Mr.slam on 02/14/10 at 15:51:18

Magnum wrote on 02/14/10 at 15:30:43:
Uhhh....didn't I just say this a few days ago? If you don't want to, by all means, stop.

ya but theres no comments what so ever!
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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by Mr.slam on 02/14/10 at 17:13:02
::FINAL WAR::

The afternoon sun pours through the smog as Dread Wind rages down the road, Max knows she’s dead , the voices inside his head scream for control. “It’s me Max, Lord Dread Wind!”

: That’s not him it’s…it’s a demon.

“Bingo shithead! How else do you think you have these powers.”

: But I…

“Your body and mind were weak, and I needed a place to stay…hahahahaha!”

: You fucking bitch I’ll wish for you to go back were you belong!

“Yup, right back o n your sister!”

: fuck you!

Max hits the brakes, smashing his head off the steering wheel.

: How you like that huh?

“ It hurt you just as much as it hurt me.”

: su…

A blue mustang races by at the upcoming intersection.

: Spectre!

Max hits the gas and shifts to second, he turns right, then runs over an abandoned taxi cab. Third, Max runs the semi hard as he starts to ketch up to Spectre.

Max: I’ve got you know!

Scott: Not quite!

Scott sticks his arm out the window with shotgun, and starts firing off shells . POP! The shotgun gets Dread Wind’s left tire, and it gets stuck, causing the whole truck to stop and lip straight up. Scott laughs as the truck rolls a few times and skids to  the side of the road.

“It’s my turn now.”

Scott: What?!

Dark clouds spin over Dread Wind, A Twister comes down and picks the semi up. The tornado turns towards Spectre.
Dread Wind: If you’re fucked and you know it clap your hands!

Scott: Shit!

Spectre takes a sharp right and heads down the road, but in a few seconds the twister picks him up. Scott starts fumbling around and he hits the radio. “Round and Round!” ,Scott looks in amazement.

Scott: What are the odds of that?!

Dread Wind: I always did like RATT.

The mustang is flung miles away, unknowing to Dread Wind, but he lands into a power plant. The shock over stimulates Scott and the whole mustang explodes in blue flames.

::Minutes later, Calypso’s hideout::

A wrecked purple semi crawls to a halt inside Calypso’s palace, and Max climbs out.  He looks at a clean cut man in a suit and tie.

Max: Where’s Calypso?

: I am Calypso young man.

Max: Calypso, I want this demon out of me, please!

Calypso: I can’t do that sir.

Max: Why the fuck not?

A Buffalo has been sitting there behind Max, claw drawn. It stabs him right as Calypso says that, and flicks him off into a balcony.

Calypso: There was one more left! Hahahahaha! But the demon is gone!

Marcus climbs out of the mine clearing truck and stumbles to Calypso.

Marcus: I want it all normal again! It’s not real and you know it. I wish I was out of this nightmare!

Calypso: Your wish is granted!...Needles

Electric sparks fly around, and Marcus passes out on the floor. He wakes up in a bear white room, a police officer walks out of the room after saying something, but Marcus is too disorientated. A man sits across the table, and he speaks.

DR. LONG: I am Doctor Malcolm Long. I am a psyche evaluator here at the Blackfield Asylum. First off, I want you to know you have nothing to worry about.
I am a very easy-going guy, here to help.
END
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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by maxamillionaire on 04/18/10 at 02:43:21
Overall, it was good. You're writing improved as the story progressed. I'll do positive things then negative things

Positive: I like how you included a lot of characters, including some unique original ones. My favorite was Dread Wind. I also liked the V8 reference  :D   It was fast paced and had a lot of action. I liked the differing viewpoints to show many sifferent skirmishes.

Negative: At times it seemed rushed and confusing, because it jumped around scenes so much. It was hard to find some continuity because there was not one main character that you followed, and just touched around all the different characters briefly. Due to this, there was really no character development or dymanics, it was just a jumble of missiles and cussing.

Overall, good job, keep writing.
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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by Mr.slam on 04/18/10 at 18:23:11

maxamillionaire wrote on 04/18/10 at 02:43:21:
Overall, it was good. You're writing improved as the story progressed. I'll do positive things then negative things

Positive: I like how you included a lot of characters, including some unique original ones. My favorite was Dread Wind. I also liked the V8 reference  :D   It was fast paced and had a lot of action. I liked the differing viewpoints to show many sifferent skirmishes.

Negative: At times it seemed rushed and confusing, because it jumped around scenes so much. It was hard to find some continuity because there was not one main character that you followed, and just touched around all the different characters briefly. Due to this, there was really no character development or dymanics, it was just a jumble of missiles and cussing.

Overall, good job, keep writing.

good I plan on doing a new one soon.
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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by ThumperMan3000 on 04/19/10 at 03:27:30

Mr.SLaM wrote on 01/28/10 at 23:52:14:
Whats a gobot? http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gobots
The best of both worlds universes!

Sweet tooth's "robot mode"


Transformers are beter, especially the G1 version.
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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by Mr.slam on 04/19/10 at 04:41:35

wrote on 04/19/10 at 03:27:30:
Transformers are beter, especially the G1 version.

No shit I hate gobots that why I made a bad refrence!   ::)
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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by ThumperMan3000 on 04/19/10 at 06:00:00

Mr.SLaM wrote on 04/19/10 at 04:41:35:
No shit I hate gobots that why I made a bad refrence!   ::)


Okay, I'm sorry.  I mean, at least 1986 movie was beter than Michael Bay's films.
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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by Oddz on 04/19/10 at 07:46:15
Woah, woah, woah... Armageddon and The Island were awesome.
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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by ThumperMan3000 on 04/19/10 at 17:54:13

Oddz wrote on 04/19/10 at 07:46:15:
Woah, woah, woah... Armageddon and The Island were awesome.


Not those films. I mean the two Transformers films Bay made. At least the 1986 movie had the balls to kill off most of the Autobots, including Optimus Prime.
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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by Mr.slam on 04/19/10 at 20:24:56

wrote on 04/19/10 at 17:54:13:
Not those films. I mean the two Transformers films Bay made. At least the 1986 movie had the balls to kill off most of the Autobots, including Optimus Prime.

my avatar is from the 1986 movie, plus you should see how many shelves of tfs I have. Oh and I have the complete tv series from the 80's too!
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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by magnum on 04/24/10 at 15:24:03
"my avatar is from the 1986 movie, plus you should see how many shelves of tfs I have. Oh and I have the complete tv series from the 80's too!"

Bastard.... :D
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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by Mr.slam on 04/24/10 at 15:27:19

Magnum wrote on 04/24/10 at 15:24:03:
"my avatar is from the 1986 movie, plus you should see how many shelves of tfs I have. Oh and I have the complete tv series from the 80's too!"

Bastard.... :D

Yup  ::)
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Title: Re: twisted metal 50cal:fan fic
Post by The Dizaster Child on 04/25/10 at 05:43:08
I'll take some pics of my friend's dvd racks the next time I'm over there. he has everything Transformers from the old stuff, to the 2 Bay movies on blu-ray AND dvd... he even has the first 2 seasons imported from Japan, with a full dvd set of shit unreleased in America. this guy is a superfan.. not only that, he even has a tattoo on his right arm that will end up being an armband with a block for each character.. so far, he has Megatron and Optimus Prime. it's gonna be an even amount of Autobots and Decepticons in the band, which his whole arm will end up being a sleeve of Autobot City
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