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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2009/04/04 03:43:55
Subject: The institution - a 40k story
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Cultist of Nurgle with Open Sores
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Hello, I was sitting around playing World at War when asylum came up, made me think of how it was before the battle. And since my army was sitting next to me on the shelf i thought, what was it like before the war, neglected and run down, in the year 40k. So after a little brainstorming and thinking of a couple cool models i could waste some time making i came up with this, Comments and Critiques welcome
Part I
It was a late night, it rained just enough so that the roof leaked. Saint Mihills Mental Institution, it was way too late to be awake but Mikail did not care. He couldn't sleep in this place, especially not at night. The strange noises that drifted down the halls was enough to make someone go mad, ironic for a mental hospital. Lightning crashed outside the window, the weather had been especially tempermental lately. Lightning crashed again and the lights started to flicker, ah feth, Mikail quickly pulled open his bag looking for his flashlight. Just what he needed, the power to go out three hours before his shift ended. Flashlight at the ready he kept moving, what was that noise, sounded like someone coming down the side hall... Mikail sidled along the wall and peeked down, noone there, he checked the rooms and sure enough, Felix, an old guard veteran, was going through his combat motions. "You okay Felix?".
Felix turned his head and looked at him through the locks of scraggly hair hanging over his face. "Warp is stirring, I can feel a good fight coming..." Felix had been hospitalized during the Sabbat crusade, in the melee he had gone into a blood craze, dropping his lasgun and rushing into the fray. It took five guardsmen to stop him when the fighting had stopped. But, that had been six years ago, Felix had stayed even though he didn't have to, he wanted to keep working on controlling his rage. Mikail nodded and kept to his rounds, it seemed he wasn't the only restless one after all. A quick succession of lightnign strikes hit with ground shaking force, the lights flared, and whent out. "Feth my life.." muttered Mikail to no one in particular. Some of the emergency lights came on, but not nearly enough. Screams erupted down the hall, nothing too unusual but he thought it might be a good idea to check anyway. He slid his stun rod out of it's holster and readied its charge, can't be too careful.
As Mikail turned into the hall he assumed the screaming came from he froze in shock. Standing in front of one the cells was a tall man, dressed in black close fitting robes clutching a book to his chest. Lightning struck outside as he turned to look at Mikail, a lean face with a shock of white hair hiding behind dark glasses. Mikail stumbled backwards, he couldn't place it but there was something utterly terrifying about that look, just then the door to the cell slammed open blocking him from sight. Mikail stood and activated the stun rod, a large brutish man stumbled into the hall, his straight jacket in tatters, sniffing the air the man turned. Mikail gasped in terror, the mans face was shredded across the eyes covering his head in blood, the man yelled out as he head his intake of breath and charged forward. The man tackled Mikail throwing the stun rod out of his hands and bring him to the ground, Mikail tried to move but the man as too strong. Pulling his hand back and flexing his fists Mikail noticed his fingers ended in bloody claws. Just as the ragegd fist was striking for his through Mikail clutched his eyes shut.
A loud crack resounded down the hall, but there was no pain and the weight had lifted off his chest. Mikail inched open one eye and saw Felix standing over him fists clenched with a mad grin on his face. "C'mon Bigun, lets go at it", Felix crcked his neck. Mikail glanced over and saw the man-beast rubbing his jaw, when it looked back up a hideous grimace split its face. Felix rushed him, dodging the slow, lumbering swings of the man-beast and throwing quick well aimed jabs into his chest pushing him back. Felix had pushed him to the window, grabing him by the leftovers of his striaght jacket Felix head butted him, a sickening crunch resounded back to Mikail. Felix took a step back, and with a mighty kick sent it out the third story window to the grounds below. Felix turned, "You okay Mikail, that Big'un was gunna Feth you up real good."
"Yeah i'm okay" responded Mikail after finnally rising from the ground. More howls and screams came from further into the hospital, Mikail shuddered with the thought of all those mad war veterans getting out.
"We'd better talk to your boss eh?" asked Felix, wiping the blood off of his fists.
"Yeah, good idea" muttered Mikail, the last thing he wanted was to go marching through the massive mad-house with crazies on the loose. The lightning struck outside and the rain intensified, "We should get going" said Mikail as he started walked in what he was pretty sure was the right direction. The howls intensified....
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SM - 8060 pts
Chaos Deamons - 885 pts
Chaos Marines - 500pts |
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2009/04/04 12:23:25
Subject: The institution - a 40k story
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Apprehensive Inquisitorial Apprentice
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I love this story. Also, in let the galaxy burn there was a story set in a mental hospital which was just awesome.
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2009/04/04 15:30:09
Subject: The institution - a 40k story
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Cultist of Nurgle with Open Sores
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I remember that one, definately one of my favorites.
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SM - 8060 pts
Chaos Deamons - 885 pts
Chaos Marines - 500pts |
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2009/04/06 02:37:20
Subject: Re:The institution - a 40k story
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Steadfast Grey Hunter
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Wow, Great story. Good spelling and pretty good sentence structure. If you're wondering if you should write another installment: my vote is 'yes'!
-A.
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Haddi wrote:
Hello Guardsmen, look at your Leman, now back to mine, now back to your Leman, now back to mine. Sadly, your Leman isn't mine, but if they stopped using standard engines and switched to Lucifer Pattern, they could move like they're mine. Look down, back up. Where are you? Your in a battlefield with the Rhino your Leman could move like. Whats in your hand, back at me, I have it, it's the fire control for the Twin-linked Assault Cannons aimed at you. Look again, it's a Deep-Striked Land-Raider. Anything is possible when your Tanks move like Blood Angels, and not like Guardsmen. I'm on a Baneblade. |
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