- The Anti Troller
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This is how you do write.
Private Bacon's eyes frantically flickered around the battlefield as he sprinted, his gear smacking against his sides and they hurt. He didn't care his life was at stake. Bullets made a loud zipping noise as they flew past his head, he wanted to go home. He felt like he was going to cry. He could hear the screams of his fellow Americans as he ran along the beach, the wet sand erupting like a volcano as bullets hit the sand next to him.
He screamed as he was tore from the ground by a massive wave of heat that smashed against his side and sent him sprawling onto the ground as though he were a limp toy. His vision faded for a moment before it returned to normal. A few tears left his eyes as he tried to stand but was rewarded with nothing but the feeling of a thousand suns burning away at his flesh. He screamed from the pain and clutched his side, only to be rewarded with more pain. His hands started to shake uncontrollably as he held them in front of his eyes and saw the red, wet, and sticky substance clinging onto his fingers, reluctant to leave its owner.
He looked down at his side and saw a small flash of something metallic sticking out of his side, from further observation it was a piece of shrapnel Bacon feinted in an instant unwilling to see his own blood.
His eyes closed and he slammed his head against something metal, but his mind didn't care, his head was protected by the small helmet upon his head.
This is how you dont write
"Bring it on -blam!-es, I can do this all day!" An African American man shouted, shooting one of the creatures in the head with his pistol and a few plasma rounds tore through the air and burned the hairs off of his skin. "I think you need glasses sucka!" He shouted again, regardless that he was being shot at from all sides. He fired another bullet into the head of another creature. His voice echoed throughout the empty room providing him with the Aura of invincibility. A plasma bolt flew past his head as he jerked to the side. "That's better! BUT you aint fast enough to hit the Cole Train baby!" Private Augustus Cole shouted with a smirk and fired bullets continuously at the horde of Locust.
About half an hour passed of him fighting about a hundred Locust off single handedly as a Corpser tore through the cave wall from the surface. Landing right next to the Cole train and forming a shield with its giant legs. "You an ugly ass thing!" He shouted as he charged the Corpser that used one of its legs to smash Cole. "You cant stop this!" He shouted as he held his empty hands out in front of himself. Stopping the Corpser's leg with his bare hands, they weren't exactly bare, but it was close enough. A more accurate term would be 'gloved-hands' but his mind couldn't put it that way, that would be dumb.
He grunted with the effort as he lifted the leg over his head and slammed the Corpser into the wall behind Cole. The skull of the Corpser was instantly cracked open, blood pouring everywhere
"Uh huh, Nobody plays this game like me! Nobody!" Cole shouted as a Berserker smashed through the wall for just such an occassion.
SIDE NOTE: I wrote these both in about five minutes they werent my best writing pieces ever but... whatever. Just a few examples of my writing style. This is what I do to warm up my brain for a massive FF... -chuckles to self-