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02/12/12 at 05:21:35
 
Ok peoples, it's been quite a long time since I've posted one of these. For those that haven't read my other three fanfics, this won't be anything new (aside from hopefully quality). But for those that have read my older ones, mind you that this one is written a little differently. I've included a first-person-esque viewpoint, as well as narration. Also, it's a lot more story-driven with less dialogue than usually. I hope you guys like it as much as the older ones, as this will more than likely be my last one. And yes, it's long like the others, too, so it'll be broken up into multiple posts over the next couple days. I'll have it fully posted before TM2012 drops on Tuesday, though. ENJOY THE SHOW!


"December 21, 2012 was the last day on Earth."

(Viewing close-up of a dilated pupil.)

"Oddly enough, it had nothing to do with the Mayan prediction of a world-wide natural catastrophe."

(View slowly backs away to reveal a foggy, light blue iris.)

"Nobody knows who fired first... but within seconds, Washington DC, New York, Miami, Denver, Los Angeles, Moscow, London,
Prauge, Berlin, Rio De Janeiro, Kenya, Beijing, Tokyo, and Sydney were attacked with nuclear weaponry. This was the start of the third and final World War.

(Pause; deep breath.)

It didn't last long though. Within weeks, the entire planet had succumbed to radiation poisoning on a massive level. Entire metropolisis' were reduced to rubble, their populus' deminished to nothing."

(View backing away to reveal a burn-scarred face and long, unkempt hair.)

"Governments fell, survivors arose in panic, riots ensued. It was complete and utter chaos. Angry mobs attacked and destroyed local law enforcement officals who got in their way. Any police and task force agents left alive went into hiding in fear of their lives. What was left of the U.S. government issued the military into major cities to try and keep control, turning the country into a police-state. It took months, but the mobs subsided and went into hiding of their own."

(View backing away to reveal Calypso, sitting atop a throne of destroyed car parts. He wears a tattered suit with a red tie. The red tie is only worn once a year. An industrial score is quietly heard in the background.)

"It's been just over two years since the events of 2012. Things have changed. The world is no longer the way anyone can remember it. Most of the world's population has died, either from the initial nuclear strike, or the fallout that ensued. Those who survived that didn't seek shelter have been disfigured or deformed from radioactive poisoning. What was once known as a civilized nation has fallen back into primitive times. Groups of people have formed into large tribes, based on various things like class, religion, and belief structure. The tribes have been fueding ever since, and thats where I come in."

(Calypso cracks a wide smile as the music stops.)

"Welcome to Twisted Metal."

(Calypso laughs maniacally as the view quickly zooms out and through a window in a loft office atop a large parking garage. An aerial view shows the surrounding city in ruins with smoking rubble everywhere.)

"Unfortunately, the times have also changed Twisted Metal."

(View is now a side profile of Calypso as he walks to an unknown destination.)

"What was once viewed as a plauge of mayhem is now seen as a means of thinning out the herds. The herds that threaten the rebirth of the United States, that is. With the malicious ways of the tribes and their battles, the military has deemed it unsafe to interfere with them. As long as they stay away from safe havens and other places of peace, the government leaves them alone to do justice their own way. And because the tribes come to me for a chance to compete in my tournament, the government has sanctioned Twisted Metal as a means of doing their dirty work of eliminating these threats. And to mix things up a bit, the prison systems send me a couple of death row inmates as well, making me responsible for more dirty business."

(Calypso stops walking, and looks directly at viewer.)

"And let me tell you, business is booming."

(Calypso continues walking.)

"The tribes each select a single driver, one they deem as their best warrior. They come from all walks of life, all with their own agendas. Usually, it's a selfish wish of power. A wish that usually gets them killed either by their own people,or enemy tribes. We are truly back to the primitive."

(cell phone ringing)

"Let me get that. Excuse me."

(Calypso pulls out his cell phone.)

CALYPSO:
"Hello? Ahh, General Mason. I have been expecting your call.

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The inmates are ready? Excellent, I'll be on my way shortly to meet your convoy.

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Understood, Blackfield Penn it is. Good day."

(Calypso puts his phone away and looks at viewer as he continues walking.)

"My first two contestants are being shackled and loaded up. We're on our way to meet the prison convoy now."

(Calypso approaches a black Cadillac Escalade and climbs into the back. The viewer follows. The vehicle pulls away.)

"After we pick these two up, we'll be heading to a sacred spot in the desert known as The Gathering of the Tribes. This is the one spot where the tribes commune to where violence is forbidden. This is also where the tribes pick their warrior for Twisted Metal and present them to me. Afterward, the tribes disperse and fighting is prohibited until sunrise the following day. Heh, at least these people still retain some sort of ethical manner."

(After a brief drive, the Escalade pulls up to a large prison surrounded by a tall, electrified fence. A sign at the entrance reads, "Blackfield Penitentiary". Outside the gate are several military Humvees and an armored vehicle. Several armed personnel patrol the area. Calypso gets out and greets the commanding officer.)

CALYPSO
: General Mason, how are you?

MASON
: Fine, and yourself?


CALYPSO
: Fine as well. Do you have the dossiers on the drivers?


MASON
:
Right here.


(Handing over folders to Calypso.)

CALYPSO
: Just as I suspected; Needles and Cage.


MASON
: Yeah, you had to know it was coming. We just want these two dead and out of our hair.


CALYPSO
: Understandable.


MASON
: We haven't seen two killers this brutal since Stalin and Hitler. I'm hoping we can get the job done this year.


CALYPSO
: Well, that's up to the drivers.


MASON
: And you can't 'make' it happen?

CALYPSO
: Sir, do NOT insult me. I will in no way interfere with the contest to tip the scales in anyone's favor.


MASON
: I see. Well, the prisoners are now under your care. You know the consequences should they be allowed to escape into the free world.


CALYPSO
: Quite clear. Let's get them transported.


(The two men shake hands and part ways. Calypso returns to his Escalade and takes off into the desert with the armored
transport in pursuit. Calypso turns back to viewer.)

"Now that we have these two, it's time to meet up with the tribes and find out who the rest of the drivers will be this year."

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Reply #1 - 02/14/12 at 04:43:08
 
(After a long drive, the Escalade pulls up to a large mass of vehicles parked in a circle. In the center stands twelve people, surrounding a bonfire. Calypso hops out and makes his way through the thick crowd. He addresses the masses.)

CALYPSO
:
As you all know, I am Calypso: creator of Twisted Metal.


(Cheers arise from the crowd.)

CALYPSO
:
You have come before me for a chance to compete in my contest, and be granted a wish of your choosing. Have the drivers been selected?


CROWD
: YES!!!


CALYPSO
:
Very well. Drivers, step forward and present yourselves.


Several people step up before Calypso, hands behind their backs in a show of respect. A large, brute native American comes forward first.

CHIEF
:
I am Chief Iron Sky of the Western Cheyanne tribe.


He steps back in line. A beautiful woman steps up next.

LISA
: I am Lisa Kim, queen of the PMS tribe.


She gets back in line as several people laugh at her tribe's name, having no clue what it actually means. A scarred Hispanic man steps out.

CHAVEZ
: I am Chevez Guerrera, leader of El Locos.


He steps back as the next driver, wearing a long trenchcoat, steps up.

MARCUS
: My name is Marcus Kane, leader of The Nomads.


CALYPSO
: No need for introductions, Kane, I know who you are.


Needles, sitting chained up inside the van behind Calypso, lets out a loud laugh. The next steps out. He wears a full-headed respirator mask
and speaks between gasps of air.

KABAL
: I am.. Kabal.. of The.. Sideshow.


The next driver steps out, wearing full riding leathers and a helmet. He has a deep, echoing voice.

GRIMM
: You know who the fuck I am, Scarface.

CALYPSO
: With the name-calling, I'd swear you were the clown. Back in line, Grimm.


Grimm laughs as he steps back. Another familiar man steps up, dressed in all black.

ASH
: I believe you'll recall who I am as well, Calypso.


CALYPSO
: Indeed. I guess the nuclear fallout didn't reach the black gates of Hell afterall.


ASH
: No, but your soul will, soon enough.


Ash gets back in line. The next driver steps up, horribly disfigured. He has a steel prosthetic leg and arm, as well as
a red prosthetic eye with half of his face being plated in steel. Almost cyborg-looking. His voice sounds as if it
comes from the inside of a coffee can.

TINMAN
: I am Tinman. I have no affiliation.

He steps back in line. Another driver steps out.

PREACHER
: I am Jebediah. You should be very familiar with me by now, demon.


CALYPSO
:
Of course, the murderous preacher. How could I ever forget a man such as yourself? The last time I saw you, you were well on your way to becoming the next Needles Kane.

Needles lets out a sarcastic laugh in the background. Jebediah is growing noticibly angrier.

PREACHER
: I will not succumb to your cunning attempt to garner my wrath, serpent. Justice will be found through
God's will, not my own.


CALYPSO
: That's funny, because Carl and Jamie Roberts said the same thing. And they're long dead. I wish you luck, Bible Thumper.


PREACHER
: I won't need luck with God on my side.


He steps back in line. A fat, blonde man steps out next.

SIMON
: I am Simon Whittlebone Jr. I represent The Builder's Union.

CALYPSO
: Ahh yes, I remember your father. His death was indeed tragic. I assume you're here to carry on what he started.

SIMON
: That would be correct.


Simon steps back in line. Calypso addresses his new participants.

CALYPSO
: Ladies and gentlemen, you are the new era of Twisted Metal. And with a new era, comes new rules. New challenges.
There is no border to where you can go. The land, sea and air are your battleground. There are no mechanics to patch up
your rides. Weapon pick-ups are no longer plentiful. This will be the most brutal battle of attrition this contest has
ever seen. Endurance is key. I wish you all the best.


Calypso steps down from his soapbox and makes his way to the prisoner transporter.

CALYPSO
: Ok, let them out and watch them closely.


Several armed guards open the the back doors of the prisoner transport van. Cage and Needles step out, shackled from head
to toe. A dozen armed marines stand ready, red dots covering the two prisoners.

NEEDLES
: I love a warm greeting.

CAGE
: You would.


Needles and Cage are loaded into their respective vehicles. Once inside, they are secured to their seats as to prevent
escape once the match starts. Chains are lashed to their shackles, then secured to hooking points welded to the insides
of their cars.

(viewer facing Calypso)

"Essentially, their vehicles are mobile prison cells. They are secured inside and have tracking devices planted in them.
If they sneeze in there, we'll know about it. This all seems strange, I know, but the contest had to evolve with the
rest of the planet unfortunately."

The entire crowd disperses slowly. Night begins to fall, with a small glow coming from what's left of the bonfire. The
tribes retreat to their homes, while the drivers follow Calypso's convoy east.

(viewer in back of SUV with Calypso)

"Our starting point this year will be Baton Rouge, Louisianna. The contest has yet to see the southeastern part of the
country, and I feel it's about damn time. Plus, with the weather there, it's sure to stir things up a bit."

By morning, camp is set up and the drivers have been briefed. They are released to their starting locations, with a few
hours to set up strategy, run maintenance on their vehicles, catch up on sleep, whatever they desire.
As noon strikes, Calypso pops up on the in-car monitors - the only device Calypso has installed in the combatant cars.

CALYPSO
: Drivers, this is it. I wish you all the best of luck. Now, without further ado, let Twisted Metal begin!
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Reply #2 - 02/15/12 at 07:20:12
 
Keep going and KICK MY ASS!!
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Reply #3 - 02/16/12 at 13:27:02
 
Magnum wrote on 02/15/12 at 07:20:12:
KICK MY ASS!!


KISS My ass?

Interesting story. I enjoyed it and look forward to the rest of it.

Some of the dialog seems a little awkward. That is my only criticism.
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Reply #4 - 02/16/12 at 17:18:22
 
Yeah, and it's few and far between compared to my other stories. I was concentrating more on the environment, atmosphere, and the characters. The dialogue was kind of there to give the driver's some personality. I mean, I could have done some really fleshed-out lines that really connected everyone and got the meat and potatoes of the story across, but it was taking forever to write and in the end, I just wanted it done.
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Reply #5 - 02/16/12 at 20:03:04
 
Kabal... had a Mortal Kombat moment  Smiley


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Reply #6 - 02/16/12 at 21:55:18
 
I did lol. Kabal was always such an interesting person to me, but no one ever gave him a good story. I figured it was time to give him his 15 minutes of fame back. If you notice, I like to have cameos and appearances from other known people (like Makarov, Ghost, and the Irish guy from MW2 in my last story).
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Reply #7 - 02/16/12 at 21:58:13
 
Awesome.


I always felt Kabal was a bit underrated. In the new game, he is a lot better. Granted, he had that infinite blockstring early on, and, people called him cheap. Still, a rather fun character.
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Reply #8 - 02/16/12 at 22:38:36
 
The one night I played the new MK, he was my second pick... Nightwolf was my first.
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Reply #9 - 02/16/12 at 22:45:02
 
Nice. Nightwolf is very balanced. Mileena is my normal "main" character. But, I play quite a few. In the Storymode, Nightwolf was a total badass.
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Reply #10 - 02/16/12 at 23:19:55
 
Simultaneously, all the cars surge forward in the hunt for their first victim. Calypso has set the cars miles and miles apart, making the hunt much more intense. Calypso makes his way to Warhawk, his personal jet and bird's eye view of the contest.

(Viewer following Calypso and taking a seat across from him.)

"There is a reason I decided to come to this side of the country this time around. In the almost 20 years I've been doing this contest, one unpredictable element has never come into play, has never tested the skills of these drivers. And that x-factor is weather. Rain isn't a big deal, and earthquakes have never occured during the time of the battle. Well that has changed. See, one thing I didn't mention to the drivers is that there is an F5 hurricane swirling about in the Gulf of Mexico, and it's making a beeline for Baton Rouge. Now, I know I said that there were no limitations on where they could take the battle to, but based on the surroundings, I dont think they'll venture too far from the city. It wouldn't be an easy task to drive the streets with the condition they're in, and the wasteland surrounding the city is too barren and desolate to wander out into, with no gas stations or supplies. And most of all, there is no place to hide."

Warhawk starts it's ascention high above Baton Rouge. The bright, sunny skies prove to be the proverbial calm before the storm, as the surf and rains quickly approach the shores of Louisianna.

Tinman reaches center city first, being the fastest car in the competition with his twin-turbocharged Chevy Camaro Z28. He gently sweeps the edge of the town square, letting his retinal scanner track heat signatures in the vicinity. Nothing. He makes a slow turn into a narrow alleyway, only to be confronted face-to-face with his immediate opposite: Mr. Slam. Both men lock eyes, while slowly reaching down to ready their signature weapons. Slam fires first, launching a large grappling hook at Tinman. It pierces the Camaro's re-enforced panelling, securing itself to the car. The battery cell for Tinman's optical laser reaches 100%, and fires. The 1800-degree beam hits Slam's armor plating, immediately boring a hole in to it. Suddenly, Tinman's car starts to roll toward the giant front end loader. He applies the brakes, but to no avail. Realizing that the grappling hook's winch was now pulling his car into Mr. Slam's claw attachment, Tinman slips his car into reverse, pins the gas and dumps the clutch. The Camaro starts to pull way from Mr. Slam, but is soon haulted as the rope reaches it's end. Smoke  starts to boil off of the rear tires, but it is no use. He is slowly, surely, being pulled to his demise. As the warning beeper for Tinman's optic laser goes off, he gets an idea. He puts his car into first and rolls toward Slam. The newfound slack in the rope tethering Tinman to Mr. Slam falls into the laser, severing their ties. Tinman quickly puts his car back into reverse and takes
off back down the alley. As soon as he's clear into the street, he whips a 180 and proceeds to make his escape. Slam follows behind, unloading his machine guns. Just as his front loader clears the alleyway and into the street, he is met by a more formidable opponent.

ASH
(through loudspeaker)
: Hey Slam, why don't you pick on someone your own size?


SIMON
(muttering)
: Sounds like a plan to me.


Both vehicles surge forward in a modern-day joust. They simultaneously unload with their gatling guns, and each fire off a frag missile. And simultaneously, both find their marks. Darkside and Mr. Slam rock from the impact, both skidding sideways. As they slide passed each other, they get back on their guns, pelting each other with bullets. They come to a stop several yards away, facing the opposite direction from one another.

ASH
(through loudspeaker)
: That was fun! We should do it again sometime!


As Darkside starts to pull away, Simon regains his composure.

SIMON
(muttering)
: Now just where in the fuck do you think YOU'RE going?!


Simon utilizes the articulating shell and four-wheel steering of his rig to make a tight and quick u-turn. He is soon in pursuit of Darkside.  The 1200 horsepower Detroit turbo-diesel Caterpillar soon catches his target.

SIMON
: I NEVER SAID WE WERE DONE PLAYING!!!


Simon pulls the release for his grappling hook, sending it flying into the back panel of Darkside. Simon stands his brakes, bringing Slam and Darkside to a halt.

ASH
: Oh, you have GOT to be fucking kidding me.


Looking around, Ash realizes that Slam has stopped him in the middle of a huge intersection. To his left, Brimstone is making a beeline right for him.

PREACHER
: Begone, devil spawn!


To his right, Medusa is closing in fast, machine guns blazing.

ASH
: Ok, enough of this horseshit.

Ash steps on the gas, but Slam has him held tightly in place. Ash tries again, this time flipping a toggle switch mounted in the dash of his rig.
Pressing two steering wheel-mounted buttons, Darkside's two-step nitrous system kicks in. Slam slowly starts to roll forward.

SIMON
: What.. the.. FUUUCK?!?

Simon stands on the brakes, but it's no use. Mr. Slam is no match for Darkside's 1450 horsepower Cummins diesel as it drags him into
the intersection. He is soon covered in a smoke screen created by Darkside's rear tires. Glancing to his right, between plumes, Simon
sees Medusa's power missile about to make contact.

SIMON
: SSHHIIIII....


The impact is devastating. Even with his harness strapping him tightly into his bucket seat, Simon is shaken around like a ragdoll. Ash laughs
maniacally as he drags Slam around like a dog on a leash. Medusa and Brimstone take advantage of the situation, pelting him with bullets and
missiles. Slam's armor plating starts failing quickly, taking heavy fire. Brimstone sees an opportunity to strike.

PREACHER
: It's time to end your miserable existence, Mr. Whittlebone. REPENT!!


One of Preacher's followers readies himself into the crudely-made catapult mounted in the bed of Brimstone. Preacher pulls the ripcord, and
sends his sacrificial lamb flying toward his target. With perfect timing, one of Medusa's machine gun bullets severs the rope binding Slam to Darkside. Simon immediately puts his machine in reverse and out of the path of Preacher's bomb. He hits the pavement with a sickening thud and explodes, sending large chunks of flesh and concrete into the air.

PREACHER
: You cannot escape the wrath of God so easily!


Brimstone makes a hard u-turn and closes in on Slam once again. Missiles and bullets are exchanged. Creeping in silently and quickly is Grimm,
riding a wheelie and dragging his scythe on the ground, turning it red-hot. He dips and dodges large patches of destroyed concrete as he gets closer to his victims. With Brimstone's back turned, he throws the flaming scythe and makes contact. The blast sends the car reeling helplessly,
and into the waiting jaws of Slam.

PREACHER
: Lord, save me!

The claw attachment slowly closes down on Brimstone, crushing the roof in. Simon begins to raise the car into the air, then with a thunderous smash, brings it back down again, crushing it into the pavement. And then again, and again. Preacher starts to lose consciousness, when the assault is suddenly stopped. Medusa fires her special weapon, a tank of liquid nitrogen, at Slam. The ensuing explosion causes the hydraulic fluid to thicken, making the front end loader almost useless. Grimm and Medusa take this opportunity to fully unload on Slam, bringing the brute down to his knees.
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Reply #11 - 02/17/12 at 12:13:44
 
(The F system is for Tornadoes, Hurricanes are measured in Categories)

Good stuff, so far.  This battle seems intense, plus I love the realistic element of disabling weapons, like cutting Slam's tether.
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Reply #12 - 02/17/12 at 15:59:33
 
You know, you're fucking right.. and the sad part is that I was at one point studying to be a meteorologist. Now I feel like a 'tard lol. Thanks though, I appreciate it. In all of my stories, I try to keep a sense of realism.. well, as real as shooting cars with missiles can be, anyway. No magical health banks, no glowing weapon icons to run over..
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Reply #13 - 02/17/12 at 20:15:16
 
Good stuff, Bro. Really digging this.
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Reply #14 - 02/17/12 at 21:00:32
 
Thanks man. If you like those, I have three others floating around here.. two on this wall, and one still over on TT that never got moved.
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