Hey look, Korbi can write!
Feb 4, 2018 15:53:29 GMT -5
Post by BattleKorbi on Feb 4, 2018 15:53:29 GMT -5
So, against my better judgement, I had decided to start posting my old scribbles here, in this very thread here, which will become, kinda like a lil' library of stuff. Since a lot of these stories are bound to be pretty massive, I have decided to hide them in spoilers, for the safety of everyone.
To "cut the rope" on the opening of this grandiose thread, here is a very old Counter-Strike 1.6 creepypasta I wrote a long time ago. Shit is ancient. There were TONS of errors in it, be it writing, grammar, syntax, spelling, synthesis, pretty much every possible rule regarding English. You name it, I broke it. It was literally unreadable, what you can see in the spoiler is Shakespeare compared to the original work. I took some time to redesign it and ran it through Grammarly and auto-correct and MS Word, and when that failed I had to jump in and correct stuff manually in order to preserve the story's integrity, but I pretty much got tired. If you find a mistake, don't bother correcting me on it or notifying me of it. The whole act of making it readable was a Sisyphean task in itself.
I’m an avid player of Counter-Strike 1. 6. Say what you want but I like this game because it’s realistic and easy once you get hang of it. I want to tell of this strange experience I had on this one server...
It was Friday, right after school I sat by my PC as I was talking to a friend of mine. He told me of a cool Russian server he got on. It’s open all day and night, no spammers, haxors, and they got fun maps, anyone can join. Its name is CstrikeFunServer (RUS). I got on, and tried to find the server. After three tries I found it. Capacity was 31/32. I clicked to join.
After a half a minute or so, I connected, and was greeted by the server message. Although the letter was Cyrillic, I knew my way around that alphabet since I was learning it by myself once I have given it a try to learn it to decipher all those messages they sent to me. It was simply a list of rules (of course, translated):
"1. No hacks
2. No aimbots
3. No ads
4. No spam
5. No shield
6. No awp (unless confirmed)
If any of these rules are broken, it’s a ban.
Enjoy
AWPs ARE ABLE TO USE ON THIS MAP!!!!! "
The map was a variation of de_dust the original, but there were all sorts of doors and windows that could be broken and entered into. On each spawn there was a message on the wall on Cyrillic. It was the intro message written in Comic Sans and was painted in purple, except for the AWP part, which was red. The funds were 16000$, which meant I could go full gear.
I clicked on, chose the CTs, and bought a P90, kevlar and helmet, flashbang, smokescreen and HE grenades. Also in the last moment brought a Deagle.
I checked the list of players. My friend "0n0matopy" was active! By the way, my nick is "BuTTerPwn". I went on Skype to chat with him that way, since he doesn't understand Russian as I do. He knows the basics like "Hello" "Where are you? " and "Hurry up Hurry up! " but that's it.
"Hey you are here! " my friend said: "Cool map huh? "
"Yea, it’s pretty neat" I responded.
We were playing, co-op style. Ability to hide at those windows were pretty cool, as the corridor towards the Ts spawn became a kill zone.
A voting ensued. A new map called simply "1337truckrace". Onomatopy voted for it, so did it. Soon enough we were redirected to a new map.
Onomatopy chose the CTs, as I did too. In this map, there were actual movable trucks! The two teams were to take hold of each of the trucks and fight each other. But instead of free rides, trucks were like trains. So I chose a different gear. Instead of P90 I took hold of the Famas, since I would possibly need controlled bursts. However, Onomatopy chose the automatic sniper rifle I cannot recall the name of. That's usually our tactic. Onomatopy takes hold of snipers or ranged assault rifles, while I'm the close quarters combateer, with SMGs or shotguns.
Anyways, after we got our gear, we the CTs boarded the truck/tank, as I was close to the walls, waiting to get close. But Onomatopy hid at the top. The trucks started. I went to see who rides the truck. Some guy "Borisus", with the light machine gun, was "sitting" in the chair. The trucks textures match the military trucks in hl1, and the outside is also desert-like. Borisus got away from the wheel, as I got near three buttons which were labeled "Bridge 1", "Bridge 2" and "Turret". I guess the turret was at the top. I found a ridiculously small instructions list.
"1. Don’t use bridges unless close enough
2. Don’t use the turret unless the truck stops or is running straight"
Whats the turret? Does the turret need to be turned on? Is the turret an NPC?
A Russian screamed into my headphones not to touch the truck. I hold down the radio key "Ok, nyet problem" and went by my business.
Soon enough, we saw the T truck, painted in red. They opened fire at us as two of us died and only seven of us left. Onomatopy killed three of them on the rooftop as I stopped a terrorist from reaching the wheel.
He didn't died but he backed away.
"Wow this map is cool! " I said to my friend.
"Thommas where are you? " asked Onomatopy.
"Inside the truck, Jonas" I responded.
I knew Jonas from school, we only talked nicknames when using the ingame mic.
"Cool I am on the stairs" he talked back.
I haven't told you about the truck haven't I? The truck has three parts. The main controls, where Borisus was, was a small enough place with two seats, a "wheel" and three buttons. It’s separated from the inside by a simple door, as the inside has six seats, two windows, and stairs at the open back. At the rooftop, a balcony of sorts serves to cover the player by crouching, and for the player not to fly off incase of jumping, and the "turret" at the top. Our truck is painted in blue. Onomatopy was at the stairs (ladders), so that he doesn't get shot by a wall penetrating bullet, and im inside right by the windows, hidden.
Our truck took right to circle the T Truck and show off our left side. Which was quite a fail. We were almost showered by the amount of bullets hailing from their truck. And since they were driving straight, they used the turret at us. Borisus pressed the turret button, as Juriboyka took hold of it and got rid of the rooftop boys. Only five of us left. I was chipped to 65 hp, and i had two magazines left. But Onomatopeya was still fully healed.
"You ole bastard! " I joked to him.
I could hear him chuckle, as we entered a dark tunnel of sorts, as Borisus somehow turned the lights on the front. But to see anything else, we had to use our own flashlights. We regrouped into the inside as we sparked a convo in russian. We all agreed we need to resupply, as this map was going on great lenghts and actually meant to last a long time. The Ts were to plant the bomb at the end, and we CTs were to stop em.
Admin confirmed a supply depot for both teams, and a health charging place. Sort of a closet. Admin designed the map after all.
The ride in the tunnel was kinda eerie, as the wind was blowing heavily, and we couldn’t see any trace of light but the front of the truck. And that also wasn't much of a lightning. So I turned on my flashlight, reloaded my gun, and crouched.
"I think there is only one depot" Onomatopy said: "Kinda like a stage fight. Come on say that to Borisus"
I pressed the radio button and merely succeded at translating that to Borisus. And then we found a gas station in the dark. Borisus pulled over, and made Onomatopy stay at the wheel and watch us. Trucks light went off.
Me, Juryboyka, Borisus and Madboxx went into the station, watching out. Madboxx found the health closet, and stepped into it. He was hit the most, having merely 4 hp at the end of the last fight.
Borisus started swearing in anger. There was an image, of a middle finger, right at the wall. Ts were ahead of us. So I and Juryboyka got healed too, as we all ran back into the truck. However, as we are to departure, something happened. The garage blew up. It’s doors, and a debris blew off the tunnel. We were doomed.
How, why?
The back tunnel also blew up. We were stuck.
After we tried looting the place again, replenishing our armor points, health points, NEW GUNS, we found a ventilation of sort. Possibly to escape out of here. So we entered, crouching.
Borisus went in first, Juryboyka last. Madboxx was left behind because he thought of other plans of escape.
We were crawling for quite a long time. How come the round hasn't ended yet. But what really concerned us was the admin.
Apparently we dissappeared from the map. No trace at all. At the scoreboard we were still active but even in free mode we were gone. It wasnt long till we got to walk again, and passed through a sprite, shocking the terrorist who just came to the house, and was planting the bomb.
"Counter-terrorists win! "
We got transfered to another map, admin's words still floating in my mind.
This map was one of those random Cherryclan maps. It was soon over, cuz it was boring.
Next one was a knife arena. The name is "ka_8sp". It was also a surf map of a sort. Soon gravity was set to 600 and sv_acceleration to 10. Then we ran around, me and Onomatopy, when we found the slope. And so we propelled around the map, and entered into a jail of sort, where there was a bloodbath. Suddenly our jumps weren't that high, but I and Onomatopy got through the fight by an old co op tactic, called Double stab. I climb upon him, crouching, he too, and whoever approaches gets stabbed by both of us, resulting in death. We stabbed around 6 of these guys until I accidentally pressed the tab key.
The terrorists... were replaced by bots.
This was a deathmatch.
Still, Juryboyka, Madboxx and Borisus were fightning, like none of this was true, but I realized everyone who died on that map, 1337truckrace, was now fightning us as zombie bots. I tried to actualize Onomatopy about it.
"H-H-Hey, please look at the scoreboard"
"Holy shit! " he shouted out.
"Man, we need to escape! " I told him.
"Okay, heres the plan. Lets play along, and try and outrun them in-game, to see where the admins gonna take us, he cannot hear us, right? "
"Okay. Tag along, I get it"
I wanted to disconnect at first, and call the cops upon this guy. But when we talked, I realized we have no basis for any sort of sueing. What are we gonna say? "But officer, on a random russian Counter Strike server the players were replaced by bots! ". Doesn't sound good.
We were in some sort of arena. It wasn't a cubicle arena of a sort. But at looks, we weren't getting out.
"Okay, heres it. You will duck jump on me and you will try and jump over okay? " I said.
"Okay"
I went to one of the walls of the amphiteatre, and crouched. He simply jumped up upon me as i got up straight. Oh yes, lower gravity!
Thanks to my support, Onomatopy scaled the wall, as he was talking along.
"Anyways, hang out till I return with something... We haven't sorted this out that much... "
I was running away from the frenzied bot horde, and some weird change in wall pattern. There were two doors. Two big doors. But they wouldn't open, as for my try, I almost got killed.
"Johny boy, there are supposed to be two gates to enter the arena. Find some console PLEASE! "
"No problem, Butterman. The hallways are pretty easy to maneuver. I swear I saw an "ArenaCtrl" sign around here"
The gravity indeed was low, so I could hop around away from the blades. A glass cupole lowered upon the arena, to block out fighters and "spectators"
"Here I got it. Both gates will open and you should enter as soon as possible. HEY, I can see you on this cam thingy! But I wont be able to see when you ent---"
"OPEN THE FUCKIN DOOR ALREADY! "
Both gates started to open slowly. I jumped up and squeezed through one of them, as I saw Borisus, Juryboyka and Madboxx trying to enter the other one. Other 27 bots tried to follow us back.
Luckily Onomatopy closed them before all of them could pass. But Madboxx was left behind. He was cursing on the mic before he got disconnected, another bot filling up his spot.
Three of the damn bots were chasing me in a rocky hallway, as I entered an armory of a sort and the light machine gun got in my hands, as I got rid of my hunters.
However, the two Russians were dealing with a bunch of em.
I replaced the machine gun with an AK47, and got myself a kelvar.
"Goddamnit! Tommy, hurry up the staircase and meet me by the Control Room. I’m safe here since I jammed the door with a small box. They cannot push it away. Not that they are here. But hurry up nonetheless! Your russian pals are dealing against waves and waves. I don't know how much will they be able to handle. "
I was rushing up the staircase. At least three of them were running at me from the below. I gun them down.
"You are on the right floor now hurry up! Left right right left! I think I have something to help your pals! "
I entered the hallway and went left, right, right, left, and found the Control Room. But there wasn't any box. And the door wouldn't open.
"Stand back, I got it"
The door opened, and a huge box was placed by the door. But he didn't use the box I think.
"Well I first tried with the box, but found a lock door button inside it, see? "
There was an opening in it. And a gray button too.
"Lookadis! "
I saw 9 "monitors" above the window to the amphiteather, and 9 buttons on the console.
I pressed E upon a random monitor, and found the armory Borisus and Juryboyka were, and they were handling a turret. I saw a lot of corpses on the ground, and blood decals on the wall. Borisus was unstoppably shooting the wave after wave, and Juryboyka was lobbing grenades. The scoreboard had shown an immense amount of kills for both.
"Shit! They are spawning in from the armory you got in! How about if you hold it out in the hallway, while I try to figure out the next? "
I went out, as bots were running, three at the time. I was slowly depleteing my ammo, as I heard Onomatopy:
"Here I am at the Maintence thingy. I have to pull this... press this... Hey, call the Russians in before I seal the entrances"
I used voice chat to notify the Russians, who were very glad we are still online. Soon enough, i got to my last magazine, and was about to be swarmed when a spray from a light machine gun saved whatever health points I was left with. A siren sounded of, as the blast doors were slowly closing, gibbing whoever was under them. We got rid of those who managed to slip by before the gates closed, and gathered for a briefing.
They exchanged Skypes and soon enough we were linked to a video chat.
I took a peek, and saw how Borisus and Juryboyka look. Their real names are Boris and Mihael. Boris had a look of an average teenager with a short black army cut, but Misha had some thick hipster glasses and a much longer and messier hair. Boris and Misha know themselves from school, like me and Jonas. I returned to the play, and found two storage rooms, facing each other. Onomatopy went to figure out more about the map, while Borisus went to find out what happened to Madboxx, since he also knew Madboxx (Joseph) from school. This meant that I and Juryboyka are to guard them. I entered one of the storages, and found out that theres hl1 material here, which is collectible! Which means I can heal myself and replenish my ammo and armor points. Which I did.
"AHH HELP! " Juryboyka shouted out. I heard a spray from his P90, and went out to put them out with my AK. Juryboyka ran towards the control room as the exit, which was left open, is getting sealed. The horde was stopped, as I saw blood and guts all over the place. When Juryboyka entered one of the storages, he let out a spray. One was hiding there. I too considered replenishing ammo, although I should leave some for Onomatopy and Borisus, especially since Borisus needs much much ammo.
Finally we were all together.
"Whos gonna go first, you or me? " asked Borisus.
"You"
"Okay, so people, Madboxx is in a hospital. He is fine, now. He told me that when he got killed he automatically got disconnected, and when he was to enter the server again, some screamer popped up and scared the living god out of him. He said it was some sort of lady, dressed in a black wedding dress, and when she turned around, instead of her eyes and mouth there was a totally black hole for. Each organ. And it seemed like he was zooming into her. And thats it. "
Woah, freaky shit. That story hit Onomatopy the worst. His voice was trembling, when he said:
"Ffffuck this im out of here! "
He added later.
"FUCK I CANNOT QUIT!!! "
I tried disconnecting, and truly, it behaved like the button wasn't even there. I tried other things on the menu. Not even options. I push the tilde to see the console. It did pop up, but every command possible was rejected. Even the nightvision googles command didnt worked. The console behaved like no one was writing.
"Holy shit guys what does this mean? "
Despite being Russians, they spoke english almost fluently, as Juryboyka screamed that.
"Umm... play along? " I suggested.
"Probably"
Borisus was incredibly calm. Like he dealt with this kind of bullshit before. But Onomatopy was on the edge. I had to scream at Onomatopy to shut up and tell us all.
"OKAY, stop yelling alright! Now... I've seen the layout, and this map was supposed to be a SvenCoop map, but it was hacked somehow to work for Counter Strike. Which kinda explains the zombie bots. They were supposed to be NPCs. ANYWAY, I suggest we take caution, becauuusse... I-I-I think... that they are smart. I-I-I mean combining the smart AI of the NPCs, and the agility and all of the bots, we are facing something---"
Onomatopy let out a shot. Right behind me was a bot who wanted to gut me. He was hiding behind the storage. Onomatopy continued:
"Something rather serious. They are learning people! They hide, stalk, and prey upon us. They invade in formations. I bet even as we speaked some are trying hard to break inside. The cutting outsude the blast doors stopped so... "
We all stopped to hear out. Truly, we could usually hear some scrapings at the door. Now it’s gone.
"--and they used the exit right? They are more powerful than any bot script. But enough about that. Now, if we went out of the exit, we would have three options. First is the train, second walking, third is cars. ACTUALLY stages, not, I-mean, not options! We should reach some truck at the end, and the cars are actually bikes, and no they aren't the way out, like the truck is. Remeber the two maps before? That should be something like it"
We all stood in silence, then Borisus said
"Alright people, pack up, reload, refill, heal whatev. Find and bring as many firepower as possible"
We split up, running towards the storages. I refilled my AK, as Onomatopy switched from his AWP and got himself a shotgun (which one I couldn’t see). Kinda stupid at first, but then, when you are fightning some zombie bots, a good splash from a shotgun might do a trick. I refilled my armor, Onomatopy too. Then I realized something.
"Guys, can we seal this room for good? I think they know how to use guns"
"Umm, how come they didn't grabbed them from the armory downstairs? " Borisus askef
"Huh. Good question" Juryboyka replied.
"They don't. Server has made the bots knife only. Unless the admin changes the command... " Onomatopy said.
"Fuck the admin, he is not even on this server, see? " Juryboyka said again.
I tapped the tab key to bring up the scoreboard. No spectators, all terrorists are bots (it’s written where the ping is), and the only CTs were us guys.
"Uhh guys what do we do now? We cannot risk anything. They will search every corner of this map if they know how to use guns, and even make a pyramid for at least one to get it. " Onomatopy said
"Then how did the guy who hid over here didn't grabbed a shotgun and suprised me with it rather than charging at me? "
Very good question indeed. There are guns placed on the wall, like in de_duke2 map's hidden drawer compartment. Then the 9mm ammo from hl1 model which served as a ammo for EVERY gun, then we have the grenades. Realising, I somehow picked three HE grenades, while im usually allowed only one. And picked a flash grenade and the smoke grenade. But how could I pick three HE?
"Look, three HEs in my inventory! "
"Mine too! "
The power station (for armor) recharged, as I pressed the E button and hold it, now I got 130 armor points. Someone hacked the server for good. After a while, we all got out, armed to the teeth. Me wielding a AK47 and a Desert Eagle, with plenty of ammo for each. Onomatopy with a shotgun, double Elites, also armed. Borisus having the light machine gun, and somehow two Glocks (one only has that one magazine, the other had 12 magazines), and Juryboyka got himself that automatic sniper rifle (cannot remeber the name right) and also having two pistols (the default for CTs and a almost empty Desert Eagle). We all had three HE grenades, making it up to 12 in total. This is going to be a hell of a match.
"Probably if we win we can disconnect. Usually it’s one round per map. This is the round" Onomatopy said.
I felt proud sort of. Whoever died on this map, maybe died in real life. We won't be the statistics, we will MAKE the statistics.
(from now on, all dialouge will be written [ (First letter of name): (dialouge)])
O: So, how will we going to close this place after we open it?
B: Stack up boxes?
J: Probably
O: I know after we open the exit, they will get in. How the exit was sealed was intended exactly for this situation.
Me: I’m afraid that we are going to open all three doors at once.
B: Alright people, drop your guns right here. We will form a circle in case they charge in, so when the assault is over, empty those guns and pick up your olds.
We all did it, carefully dropping them right next to each other, forming a cross. We all grabbed light machine guns, without picking up ammo, as Onomatopy went to reset the doors.
True to it, they all opened at the same time, and immediately, they charged in. Luckily, Onomatopy closed the entrance doors almost instantly, leaving the exit. We havent wasted much ammo, until we heard footsteps coming from the exit hallway. They swarmed in like zombies, some taking turns, some charging right in.
J: BAD IDEA BAD IDEA!
The horde was seemingly unstoppable, until we killed like fifty of them
O: It worked!
Me: Worked what?
O: I slipped to the maintenance and overclocked the pipes. Now the armory hallways are being burnt. They will change spawns, but as far as we are going, we are safe.
B: Bravo! Alright, empty your guns and switch to old ones.
I throwed my away, cuz it was empty, and picked back my AK47. Borisus changed too. Onomatopy had to empty it towards the wall, as Juryboyka let out two three bullets and switched back.
We started running out. Somehow I felt liberated as we left that dungeon behind, and were running through a great hall, with windows at sides near the top. The skybox was beautiful. Soon, we found our train. It was the transit train, from hl1, just with a small panel inside.
I heard some clashing and slashing, and saw the bots at the glass doors. They were breaking the doors down. Soon we got inside and I started the train, and the bots finally swarmed in. Luckily we were traveling at highest speed already, which outpaces running 1. 5 times.
We were going to travel a straight line, and exit at some metrostation and walk through a valley, as Onomatopy explained. Then after a short hike through the desert valley we would find four motorcycles, and race back way to the truck, which would painfully slowly pass the bridge (as a train) and when the bridge blowsup, congrats and continue with our lives.
B: That sounds easy.
J: Whats the catch?
O: Aside from dangerous murder bots who could ambush us any moment, there isn't much and HOLY SHIT!
We all looked at the rail. The bots were there, standing, about to jump into our train. It was simple really. The train is fast, all they have to do is to duck jump.
B: Pistols out!
Only logical idea. There was a vibe that we would need all our ammo.
Pointing to the rail, no one managed to jump in. Either they got pushed aside or possibly gibbed. Given that there is a long fall from the tracks, no one will make it. And 10 guys failed. Except for one who somehow stuck by the open train door. If he could possibly step in, or god forbid, serve as a...
... Way in.
Truly, one jumped aside and somehow stucked by him and entered the train. Cue a headshot from my Eagle. I immediatly got rid of the guy at the door too. Finally, no more suicidal train invaders.
We got to the end, a open train station, to wilderness. I immediately saw many unreachable ways in the mountains they could spawn and swoop down. We had a med station and armor station here, which we didn't needed so much. Then it began.
Instead of the usual keeping-it-close attack, they went off one by one from all directions. Great, now we have to aim. Lets just hope that at least some of 150 bullets I have remain at the end. And yes, we all have somehow extra magazines.
So what, we ganged up, and went towards the obvious valley, landing shots. And then we found a closed gate. Onomatopy entered some booth near the gate and raised them up. The booth was on one side, so he simply hold the lever and ran through the closing gates once we were all on the other side.
Now, we were walking through a curvy shady valley.
O: Monsters were supposed to spawn at some points. But I doubt those bots would manage the fall that high. Bit closer there is a cave that was supposed to have zombies, so lock 'n' load in tactic mode, tally ho!
Onomatopy was handling stress very well, but im afraid Jonas isn't.
Truly there was a cave. But no bots.
This truly raises the questions. How much are the bots smart? They do co op tactics. They don't care about dying or not completing their goal. Even if the one makes it, they do it. Like the Train Catcher. What if he was the first guy on the line? He simply got stuck there, not trying anything. Not even looking. The power of collective intelligence right here. Whats next? A collective blockade for the bikes? Camping in the truck? Actual usage of guns?!
We were walking in the shady valley, which wasn't that long, till we found the shack with bikes. The road wasn't a bumpy desert style. It was a highway. The bikes were Harleys with passager seats. But first to the shack.
Onomatopy went in, and found only ammo and healthpacks and stuff. I went in to replenish that one bullet from the Desert Eagle. When I got out, I was greeted by a plan. I will ride with Onomatopy, and he will do additional research while squatting in his passanger seat. Borisus will ride one bike, Juryboyka another one, trying to cover us. One bike was left, so I went to throw the bike down the valley, behind a rock. I went back to the Harley and nicely went cruising. The skybox was beautiful. The highway was pretty much long, almost as the train ride, by the road was the rocky natural wall. This felt awesome to look at. I know we should be chased by those bots, but, I can say, only thing that we miss is some kickass music. But instead I engaged into a convo.
Me: Jonas, what are you actually doing?
O: Little more pro research. Trying to find out the ip adress of the admin and all, but the traffic is busy! Seriously, im amazed how aren't we playing without lag? This guy... this guy is goooolld!
Me: Good good, if we are going to the police matter of fact find out everything. Anyone recording this?
J: I tried. Showed only the desktop, and our skype convo. With a cam it just showed static and with bandicam, only desktop.
Me: Ah well, I guess our statements will do the thing.
The ride took a long time, especially because all I needed to do is to hold the forward key. So I turned on my speakers and placed a battery onto the W key and went to take a bag of chips and my juicebox.
Me: AFK
I got up from my chair and went towards my snack stash in my footlocker, and went to the kitchen to get my apple juice. However immature that sounds, apple juice is just too damn good.
Soon enough I was back at my computer, opening the bag, turning off the speakers and putting on my earphones.
O: ... and thats enough evidence for me. All im my journal.
Me: Why not on the computer?
O: UMM HELLO? Maybe the text file will "misteriously" dissappear, like the admin did. I trust my journal, never failed me. Wonder why no one is mocking me?
B: Because we are in a life threatening situation?
J: Mostly so.
Me: Okay how much till the end of this ride?
O: We are closing in soon. Um ETA minute!
Me: Cool.
Truly, our motorcycles stopped. Like stopped functioning. Fortunately near a truck. We inspected the truck, which was rather the usual hl1 truck, with holes instead of the door. Also, the front was connected to the back, resulting in one seat and a enterance. We hopped on, Borisus taking the wheel, as a rather chilling scene happened. Far far away, from the highway we just rode on, a massive horde was sprinting away with knives. Although it seems like several pixels, taking a scope in shows 40 of them running directly at us.
J: SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT HURRY UP ON THE FUCKIN TRUCK MOVE IT SHIT SHIT SHIIIIT!
B: What the fuck?
J: They are coming at massive numbers, 40 or so, 300 meters, closing in. Everyone on!
B: Okay hurry up, im startin the truck, with or without you.
Truly a roar from the engine sounded, as I managed to snatch onto the truck before him leaving away. The others were already there, I ran up the ramp, and made it.
So as they.
We were truly riding on a bridge, rather superlong one. Like the highway long. I saw many mini bridges connected to the bridge. God knows will we be able to made it. I managed to ran up with a AK, their knife sprinting would be no problem.
O: FUCK SHIT FUCK THIS TRUCK IS TOO SLOW!!! WE ARE GOING TO DIE!!!
B: QUIET YOU PUSSY!
Onomatopy shut up, but Jason on the screen was on verge of screaming.
J: This is going to be fun.
Me: I guess.
B: Shit they are on the road!!!
Truly, they formed a blockade. A guy on guy sort of. Many will crash upon and stick on this truck. Borisus left his seat.
B: Brace for impact, boys!
The ones in the front of engine were gibbed. Those in the mid got upon the truck in front, and at top were expectingly at the roof.
O: Uhh UHH SHIT!!!
Onomatopy shot around wildly, landing succesful shots, and some rather not so. Borisus made a sweep through the roof with his light machine gun, possibly crippling those poor bastards.
One of em got on the seat, I simply headshoted him.
Then they swooped upon the platform, some of them dying, some being alive. Borisus took care of them too.
It seemed okay, but we knew they would stick upon something. Like the tram guy. Sacrificing his mobility for others. Borisus tilted to both sides, and went up the truck from the front. It was clear.
But he had to come down immediately. He started reloading as another blockade was near. Onomatopy was literally scared for his life. So he was shooting directly into the medium row (not intended by the way)getting rid of at least half of them, also reducing the main numbers cuz four fifths of them were gibbed. And those who left? I got rid of them.
Borisus and Onomatopy was reloading, as we went for some suicidal invaders from front.
But to our suprise... they weren't hopping in. They stood by side, only to try and ran to us from the behind. Luckily Onomatopy reloaded and was trying very hard to kill them. And did killed them.
But something was tingling in my head.
Onomatopy ran to the platform, as i flinged out my Desert Eagle. A bot jumped behind him, but my quick reflexes got rid of him. Onomatopy got scared and fell of the truck.
O: FUUUUUCK FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK SLOW DOWN SLOW DOOWN!!!
Me: Switch to your knife!
He switched and was catching up with us, and ran up the platform.
O: (while reloading)Damnit, that was fucking close! I could have fucking died! My heart isn't that strong... Uhh.
Then, we saw a island, using Juryboyka's scope. To us it was a few pixels. He saw a blackhawk helicopter on a helipad and a shack on the small island. And expectingly, zombie bots were running all over the place. But when one of them looked at us, everyone ran behind the shack, in the shack, in the chopper, behind the chopper, behind the helipad, behind a rock. They were impossible to see.
Borisus slowed the truck a bit.
B: We need a plan.
J: Ramming them up?
O: Running directly for the chopper?
B: Horrible ideas.
Me: How about if we stop the truck near, and take em out now, when they come up running, unless they still hide, lob up grenades around.
B: Thats the most awesomest plan ever.
O: Guys wait! I have to tell you something!
Me: What?
O: In case...
J: NO WE WILL MAKE IT--
O: NOT THAT YOU PRICK!!! It’s about getting out of this server! The probability that we will meet the end as poor Joseph, or even worse, when we fly off the helicopter, everybody heads down and tone down the sound. I have written a script before for these jail servers, which will disconnect us between map changes. Something like pressing that cancel button during map loading. Probability is that we will get redirected into some hell map so... thumbs up for it to work! All we need is to win the round.
A moment of silence.
B: Okay. GAME ON BOYS!
We stopped the truck and went off it, as like at least a HUNDREDS of them were coming down the bridge.
Me: HERE WE GO!!!
O: FOR LIFE!
J: FOR JOZEF YOU FUCKS!!!
Juryboyka threw two grenades at front, sending many bots to air and their death. Borisus was spraying the front, as Onomatopy was shooting into the wild with his shotgun. I also aimed down and let a huge spray from my AK47.
Juryboyka switched to his P90 he somehow kept by.
J: THIS IS FOR JOSEPH YOU SHITS!!! HOPE YOU DIE AND BURN IN HELL!!! NO ONE IS GETTING ME!!! GO EAT YOUR OWN SHIT YOU won't GET SHIT FROM ME!!!
I threw two grenades, also diminishing their numbers.
This was a battle for life. As long as we don’t reload at the same time...
They were still a good distance away, as finally the hundreds were reduced to tens, which we whipped our pistols upon.
A long corpse pile was on the floor. I lobbed the last grenade into the helicopter, wiping out the hidden fews. Onomatopy threw it into the shack, also wiping off several hidden ones. Borisus started the truck and got off it to crash into the rock, gibbing them and sending their organs out to the air. We got on the blackhawk, as thousands of them were running from the bridge, and the minibridges. The scoreboard was reduced to pixels, a blue bar and red mayhem.
Borisus pressed a button inside, as it was winding up.
B: Fuck hurry up!
Some of them were right at the island, as the chopper finally raised slowly from the ground. A pyramid was getting formed, much quicker than the helicopter rising...
... from both ends.
We spent our last magazines upon the growing piles, as when Borisus threw his last grenade down, sending many of them down, ruining the perfect pile.
The helicopter finally flew forward, as a congrats message flew in front of our eyes.
O: EVERYONE HEADS DOWN TONE OFF!!!
I threw away my earphones and bow my head to the keyboard. I kept the earphones close to me to hear something, and I could somehow see from the colors reflected on the keyboard whats the situation.
What I guessed from, the loading screen was on, when a thunk sounded. An error message.
BLESS THE ERROR MESSAGE!
I heard faintly from the earphones.
O: Air is cool.
I put them back on and saw our convo. Misha's head was messed up, Boris was quite stiff, Jonas was on a verge of tears. Myself, my baseball cap was tilted a bit.
J: I cannot believe it... I cannot fucking believe it... WE MADE IT!!! YES!!! WOOHOO!!!
Jonas was hopping all over the place in his room. He turned on his lights. He crouched on his bed and we were able to see him from afar.
J: I cannot fucking believe it! Against all fucking odds! We survived! AAAND I also tracked down the mofo and wrote it all and printed it in this batch of paper. I’m going to handle it to the cops tomorrow in the morning. And Tommy, you are going with me as a extra witness.
B: Umm now what?
M: Are we gonna find another server.
J: NONONONONO not yet. The config file was changed for all of you. Every key has been binded to connect to some server, except for the movement keys and the use key. Luckily I keep a vanilla copy of the config file here. Just change your names and all later in the config.
We got the config files soon enough. Truly, mine was completely changed, but I swapped it soon enough. I gave the game another run just to be sure. It worked after all.
Me: It’s pretty much dark over here. Thanks for playing guys, but I am going to call it a night for now. Any chance of contacting you soon? Facebook, anything?
B: Yeah, it would be a shame if we don’t remain friends afterward.
J: Tom, you can go take a nap. I have a lot of business for now, and I will exchange info for ye. Good night.
And I made sure I logged off and had exit Skype, turn off the computer, and go to bed. Despite this amazing adventure, im still tried as fuck, and as such, went to take a nap.
EPILOUGE:
Not long after, few days later, since me and Jonas went to the police, we have got a notification about the case.
The bad guy was some mad anti-gaming chick. You know, one of those people who scream on TV that games are violent and bad. The one who pulled out the labor work was actually a poor guy who was a skillful hacker and a great gamer himself, who was indoctrinated to think otherwise. There were also others who worked for The Ancient Bitch, which spread fear and chaos and anger across different servers of many games, most notably the known games which I won’t name for the sake of the gamers. She was cuffed after we gave witness of our friend's almost-death. Apparently, they just kicked out the admin, placed some crazy script which left players for fear of the supernatural, and just replaced the players with some 1337 knife-only bots, which with every death came two. That explains that rush at the bridge. Whole bridge was filled. Our server wasn't the only one. On another CS server (brazillian I believe), every player became invisible to others, leaving some in rather great panic of being alone yet watched, and also hearing footsteps all over the place. Another swedish one, made players spasm through floors when they moved, and when they weren't they would just at the spot they would usually be by normal maneuvers. Although it was rather funny to the players, to some was super creepy. The last example was a player who was unstoppable, invurnable, and very agile (with greater speed and higher jump than usual). Normally that wouldn't be very creepy, if the map wasn't nearly pitch-black, and the skin wasn't so creepy. The skin was one of a shot hostage (has blood). The "player" hunted other poor victims, and when they died, they were jumpscared by some werewolf. Kinda like Joseph did.
Of every of these CS servers, there were survivors. In the invisible server, map was cs_assault_upc, all of the players just waited through it for them to disconnect. In the floor spasm server, where the map was cs_yemen, lots of kills followed by jumpscares for the killed, one guy found a corner and was simply backing up onto it, making him underground and invisible. However in that hunted server (most scariest I've heard of), which map was nth_lets_take_mothers_tank, one guy took refuge in the fridge. The hunter couldn't find him somehow, although it was possible that the hunter could see through walls, pure luck kept that epic survivor alive for a minute of slaughter and terror, and six minutes of primal fear. Anyone who died in the server, possibly died in real life. Those who didn't probably were too scared to play again. Myself, I’m glad that I have a friend who, despite being scared the most, stood up to the bitch and her vicious gang.
Day after the notification, court action was in process. It was a long fight, fortunately for us, judge was the type of guy who doesn't give a fuck about someones seamless rant, and cuffed her for good.
I would most likely want to talk to the survivor of the dreaded hunter, but I don't know if thats it. Maybe other servers also had survivors, which expired one way or another. Maybe there was a server with bots who were similar to Weeping Angels? Maybe a server where a sole player who couldn’t bear any arms was hunted by a highly armed bot army? Maybe a server where some players bullied another players to death? Or even a server where players was simply alone but hunted by hostages
There are many servers out there in the world. God knows the stories of them. Some servers may be peaceful and fun, some servers nerve wrecking but exciting, but some may play with the player himself. Some servers are vanilla, some are modded to the heavens, some mod the players psychology as well. And not just Counter Strike in that matter.
Yah, I know, tons of errors. That is all for this run, now. Maybe I'll get some more older works that are actually readable next time.
To "cut the rope" on the opening of this grandiose thread, here is a very old Counter-Strike 1.6 creepypasta I wrote a long time ago. Shit is ancient. There were TONS of errors in it, be it writing, grammar, syntax, spelling, synthesis, pretty much every possible rule regarding English. You name it, I broke it. It was literally unreadable, what you can see in the spoiler is Shakespeare compared to the original work. I took some time to redesign it and ran it through Grammarly and auto-correct and MS Word, and when that failed I had to jump in and correct stuff manually in order to preserve the story's integrity, but I pretty much got tired. If you find a mistake, don't bother correcting me on it or notifying me of it. The whole act of making it readable was a Sisyphean task in itself.
I’m an avid player of Counter-Strike 1. 6. Say what you want but I like this game because it’s realistic and easy once you get hang of it. I want to tell of this strange experience I had on this one server...
It was Friday, right after school I sat by my PC as I was talking to a friend of mine. He told me of a cool Russian server he got on. It’s open all day and night, no spammers, haxors, and they got fun maps, anyone can join. Its name is CstrikeFunServer (RUS). I got on, and tried to find the server. After three tries I found it. Capacity was 31/32. I clicked to join.
After a half a minute or so, I connected, and was greeted by the server message. Although the letter was Cyrillic, I knew my way around that alphabet since I was learning it by myself once I have given it a try to learn it to decipher all those messages they sent to me. It was simply a list of rules (of course, translated):
"1. No hacks
2. No aimbots
3. No ads
4. No spam
5. No shield
6. No awp (unless confirmed)
If any of these rules are broken, it’s a ban.
Enjoy
AWPs ARE ABLE TO USE ON THIS MAP!!!!! "
The map was a variation of de_dust the original, but there were all sorts of doors and windows that could be broken and entered into. On each spawn there was a message on the wall on Cyrillic. It was the intro message written in Comic Sans and was painted in purple, except for the AWP part, which was red. The funds were 16000$, which meant I could go full gear.
I clicked on, chose the CTs, and bought a P90, kevlar and helmet, flashbang, smokescreen and HE grenades. Also in the last moment brought a Deagle.
I checked the list of players. My friend "0n0matopy" was active! By the way, my nick is "BuTTerPwn". I went on Skype to chat with him that way, since he doesn't understand Russian as I do. He knows the basics like "Hello" "Where are you? " and "Hurry up Hurry up! " but that's it.
"Hey you are here! " my friend said: "Cool map huh? "
"Yea, it’s pretty neat" I responded.
We were playing, co-op style. Ability to hide at those windows were pretty cool, as the corridor towards the Ts spawn became a kill zone.
A voting ensued. A new map called simply "1337truckrace". Onomatopy voted for it, so did it. Soon enough we were redirected to a new map.
Onomatopy chose the CTs, as I did too. In this map, there were actual movable trucks! The two teams were to take hold of each of the trucks and fight each other. But instead of free rides, trucks were like trains. So I chose a different gear. Instead of P90 I took hold of the Famas, since I would possibly need controlled bursts. However, Onomatopy chose the automatic sniper rifle I cannot recall the name of. That's usually our tactic. Onomatopy takes hold of snipers or ranged assault rifles, while I'm the close quarters combateer, with SMGs or shotguns.
Anyways, after we got our gear, we the CTs boarded the truck/tank, as I was close to the walls, waiting to get close. But Onomatopy hid at the top. The trucks started. I went to see who rides the truck. Some guy "Borisus", with the light machine gun, was "sitting" in the chair. The trucks textures match the military trucks in hl1, and the outside is also desert-like. Borisus got away from the wheel, as I got near three buttons which were labeled "Bridge 1", "Bridge 2" and "Turret". I guess the turret was at the top. I found a ridiculously small instructions list.
"1. Don’t use bridges unless close enough
2. Don’t use the turret unless the truck stops or is running straight"
Whats the turret? Does the turret need to be turned on? Is the turret an NPC?
A Russian screamed into my headphones not to touch the truck. I hold down the radio key "Ok, nyet problem" and went by my business.
Soon enough, we saw the T truck, painted in red. They opened fire at us as two of us died and only seven of us left. Onomatopy killed three of them on the rooftop as I stopped a terrorist from reaching the wheel.
He didn't died but he backed away.
"Wow this map is cool! " I said to my friend.
"Thommas where are you? " asked Onomatopy.
"Inside the truck, Jonas" I responded.
I knew Jonas from school, we only talked nicknames when using the ingame mic.
"Cool I am on the stairs" he talked back.
I haven't told you about the truck haven't I? The truck has three parts. The main controls, where Borisus was, was a small enough place with two seats, a "wheel" and three buttons. It’s separated from the inside by a simple door, as the inside has six seats, two windows, and stairs at the open back. At the rooftop, a balcony of sorts serves to cover the player by crouching, and for the player not to fly off incase of jumping, and the "turret" at the top. Our truck is painted in blue. Onomatopy was at the stairs (ladders), so that he doesn't get shot by a wall penetrating bullet, and im inside right by the windows, hidden.
Our truck took right to circle the T Truck and show off our left side. Which was quite a fail. We were almost showered by the amount of bullets hailing from their truck. And since they were driving straight, they used the turret at us. Borisus pressed the turret button, as Juriboyka took hold of it and got rid of the rooftop boys. Only five of us left. I was chipped to 65 hp, and i had two magazines left. But Onomatopeya was still fully healed.
"You ole bastard! " I joked to him.
I could hear him chuckle, as we entered a dark tunnel of sorts, as Borisus somehow turned the lights on the front. But to see anything else, we had to use our own flashlights. We regrouped into the inside as we sparked a convo in russian. We all agreed we need to resupply, as this map was going on great lenghts and actually meant to last a long time. The Ts were to plant the bomb at the end, and we CTs were to stop em.
Admin confirmed a supply depot for both teams, and a health charging place. Sort of a closet. Admin designed the map after all.
The ride in the tunnel was kinda eerie, as the wind was blowing heavily, and we couldn’t see any trace of light but the front of the truck. And that also wasn't much of a lightning. So I turned on my flashlight, reloaded my gun, and crouched.
"I think there is only one depot" Onomatopy said: "Kinda like a stage fight. Come on say that to Borisus"
I pressed the radio button and merely succeded at translating that to Borisus. And then we found a gas station in the dark. Borisus pulled over, and made Onomatopy stay at the wheel and watch us. Trucks light went off.
Me, Juryboyka, Borisus and Madboxx went into the station, watching out. Madboxx found the health closet, and stepped into it. He was hit the most, having merely 4 hp at the end of the last fight.
Borisus started swearing in anger. There was an image, of a middle finger, right at the wall. Ts were ahead of us. So I and Juryboyka got healed too, as we all ran back into the truck. However, as we are to departure, something happened. The garage blew up. It’s doors, and a debris blew off the tunnel. We were doomed.
How, why?
The back tunnel also blew up. We were stuck.
After we tried looting the place again, replenishing our armor points, health points, NEW GUNS, we found a ventilation of sort. Possibly to escape out of here. So we entered, crouching.
Borisus went in first, Juryboyka last. Madboxx was left behind because he thought of other plans of escape.
We were crawling for quite a long time. How come the round hasn't ended yet. But what really concerned us was the admin.
Apparently we dissappeared from the map. No trace at all. At the scoreboard we were still active but even in free mode we were gone. It wasnt long till we got to walk again, and passed through a sprite, shocking the terrorist who just came to the house, and was planting the bomb.
"Counter-terrorists win! "
We got transfered to another map, admin's words still floating in my mind.
This map was one of those random Cherryclan maps. It was soon over, cuz it was boring.
Next one was a knife arena. The name is "ka_8sp". It was also a surf map of a sort. Soon gravity was set to 600 and sv_acceleration to 10. Then we ran around, me and Onomatopy, when we found the slope. And so we propelled around the map, and entered into a jail of sort, where there was a bloodbath. Suddenly our jumps weren't that high, but I and Onomatopy got through the fight by an old co op tactic, called Double stab. I climb upon him, crouching, he too, and whoever approaches gets stabbed by both of us, resulting in death. We stabbed around 6 of these guys until I accidentally pressed the tab key.
The terrorists... were replaced by bots.
This was a deathmatch.
Still, Juryboyka, Madboxx and Borisus were fightning, like none of this was true, but I realized everyone who died on that map, 1337truckrace, was now fightning us as zombie bots. I tried to actualize Onomatopy about it.
"H-H-Hey, please look at the scoreboard"
"Holy shit! " he shouted out.
"Man, we need to escape! " I told him.
"Okay, heres the plan. Lets play along, and try and outrun them in-game, to see where the admins gonna take us, he cannot hear us, right? "
"Okay. Tag along, I get it"
I wanted to disconnect at first, and call the cops upon this guy. But when we talked, I realized we have no basis for any sort of sueing. What are we gonna say? "But officer, on a random russian Counter Strike server the players were replaced by bots! ". Doesn't sound good.
We were in some sort of arena. It wasn't a cubicle arena of a sort. But at looks, we weren't getting out.
"Okay, heres it. You will duck jump on me and you will try and jump over okay? " I said.
"Okay"
I went to one of the walls of the amphiteatre, and crouched. He simply jumped up upon me as i got up straight. Oh yes, lower gravity!
Thanks to my support, Onomatopy scaled the wall, as he was talking along.
"Anyways, hang out till I return with something... We haven't sorted this out that much... "
I was running away from the frenzied bot horde, and some weird change in wall pattern. There were two doors. Two big doors. But they wouldn't open, as for my try, I almost got killed.
"Johny boy, there are supposed to be two gates to enter the arena. Find some console PLEASE! "
"No problem, Butterman. The hallways are pretty easy to maneuver. I swear I saw an "ArenaCtrl" sign around here"
The gravity indeed was low, so I could hop around away from the blades. A glass cupole lowered upon the arena, to block out fighters and "spectators"
"Here I got it. Both gates will open and you should enter as soon as possible. HEY, I can see you on this cam thingy! But I wont be able to see when you ent---"
"OPEN THE FUCKIN DOOR ALREADY! "
Both gates started to open slowly. I jumped up and squeezed through one of them, as I saw Borisus, Juryboyka and Madboxx trying to enter the other one. Other 27 bots tried to follow us back.
Luckily Onomatopy closed them before all of them could pass. But Madboxx was left behind. He was cursing on the mic before he got disconnected, another bot filling up his spot.
Three of the damn bots were chasing me in a rocky hallway, as I entered an armory of a sort and the light machine gun got in my hands, as I got rid of my hunters.
However, the two Russians were dealing with a bunch of em.
I replaced the machine gun with an AK47, and got myself a kelvar.
"Goddamnit! Tommy, hurry up the staircase and meet me by the Control Room. I’m safe here since I jammed the door with a small box. They cannot push it away. Not that they are here. But hurry up nonetheless! Your russian pals are dealing against waves and waves. I don't know how much will they be able to handle. "
I was rushing up the staircase. At least three of them were running at me from the below. I gun them down.
"You are on the right floor now hurry up! Left right right left! I think I have something to help your pals! "
I entered the hallway and went left, right, right, left, and found the Control Room. But there wasn't any box. And the door wouldn't open.
"Stand back, I got it"
The door opened, and a huge box was placed by the door. But he didn't use the box I think.
"Well I first tried with the box, but found a lock door button inside it, see? "
There was an opening in it. And a gray button too.
"Lookadis! "
I saw 9 "monitors" above the window to the amphiteather, and 9 buttons on the console.
I pressed E upon a random monitor, and found the armory Borisus and Juryboyka were, and they were handling a turret. I saw a lot of corpses on the ground, and blood decals on the wall. Borisus was unstoppably shooting the wave after wave, and Juryboyka was lobbing grenades. The scoreboard had shown an immense amount of kills for both.
"Shit! They are spawning in from the armory you got in! How about if you hold it out in the hallway, while I try to figure out the next? "
I went out, as bots were running, three at the time. I was slowly depleteing my ammo, as I heard Onomatopy:
"Here I am at the Maintence thingy. I have to pull this... press this... Hey, call the Russians in before I seal the entrances"
I used voice chat to notify the Russians, who were very glad we are still online. Soon enough, i got to my last magazine, and was about to be swarmed when a spray from a light machine gun saved whatever health points I was left with. A siren sounded of, as the blast doors were slowly closing, gibbing whoever was under them. We got rid of those who managed to slip by before the gates closed, and gathered for a briefing.
They exchanged Skypes and soon enough we were linked to a video chat.
I took a peek, and saw how Borisus and Juryboyka look. Their real names are Boris and Mihael. Boris had a look of an average teenager with a short black army cut, but Misha had some thick hipster glasses and a much longer and messier hair. Boris and Misha know themselves from school, like me and Jonas. I returned to the play, and found two storage rooms, facing each other. Onomatopy went to figure out more about the map, while Borisus went to find out what happened to Madboxx, since he also knew Madboxx (Joseph) from school. This meant that I and Juryboyka are to guard them. I entered one of the storages, and found out that theres hl1 material here, which is collectible! Which means I can heal myself and replenish my ammo and armor points. Which I did.
"AHH HELP! " Juryboyka shouted out. I heard a spray from his P90, and went out to put them out with my AK. Juryboyka ran towards the control room as the exit, which was left open, is getting sealed. The horde was stopped, as I saw blood and guts all over the place. When Juryboyka entered one of the storages, he let out a spray. One was hiding there. I too considered replenishing ammo, although I should leave some for Onomatopy and Borisus, especially since Borisus needs much much ammo.
Finally we were all together.
"Whos gonna go first, you or me? " asked Borisus.
"You"
"Okay, so people, Madboxx is in a hospital. He is fine, now. He told me that when he got killed he automatically got disconnected, and when he was to enter the server again, some screamer popped up and scared the living god out of him. He said it was some sort of lady, dressed in a black wedding dress, and when she turned around, instead of her eyes and mouth there was a totally black hole for. Each organ. And it seemed like he was zooming into her. And thats it. "
Woah, freaky shit. That story hit Onomatopy the worst. His voice was trembling, when he said:
"Ffffuck this im out of here! "
He added later.
"FUCK I CANNOT QUIT!!! "
I tried disconnecting, and truly, it behaved like the button wasn't even there. I tried other things on the menu. Not even options. I push the tilde to see the console. It did pop up, but every command possible was rejected. Even the nightvision googles command didnt worked. The console behaved like no one was writing.
"Holy shit guys what does this mean? "
Despite being Russians, they spoke english almost fluently, as Juryboyka screamed that.
"Umm... play along? " I suggested.
"Probably"
Borisus was incredibly calm. Like he dealt with this kind of bullshit before. But Onomatopy was on the edge. I had to scream at Onomatopy to shut up and tell us all.
"OKAY, stop yelling alright! Now... I've seen the layout, and this map was supposed to be a SvenCoop map, but it was hacked somehow to work for Counter Strike. Which kinda explains the zombie bots. They were supposed to be NPCs. ANYWAY, I suggest we take caution, becauuusse... I-I-I think... that they are smart. I-I-I mean combining the smart AI of the NPCs, and the agility and all of the bots, we are facing something---"
Onomatopy let out a shot. Right behind me was a bot who wanted to gut me. He was hiding behind the storage. Onomatopy continued:
"Something rather serious. They are learning people! They hide, stalk, and prey upon us. They invade in formations. I bet even as we speaked some are trying hard to break inside. The cutting outsude the blast doors stopped so... "
We all stopped to hear out. Truly, we could usually hear some scrapings at the door. Now it’s gone.
"--and they used the exit right? They are more powerful than any bot script. But enough about that. Now, if we went out of the exit, we would have three options. First is the train, second walking, third is cars. ACTUALLY stages, not, I-mean, not options! We should reach some truck at the end, and the cars are actually bikes, and no they aren't the way out, like the truck is. Remeber the two maps before? That should be something like it"
We all stood in silence, then Borisus said
"Alright people, pack up, reload, refill, heal whatev. Find and bring as many firepower as possible"
We split up, running towards the storages. I refilled my AK, as Onomatopy switched from his AWP and got himself a shotgun (which one I couldn’t see). Kinda stupid at first, but then, when you are fightning some zombie bots, a good splash from a shotgun might do a trick. I refilled my armor, Onomatopy too. Then I realized something.
"Guys, can we seal this room for good? I think they know how to use guns"
"Umm, how come they didn't grabbed them from the armory downstairs? " Borisus askef
"Huh. Good question" Juryboyka replied.
"They don't. Server has made the bots knife only. Unless the admin changes the command... " Onomatopy said.
"Fuck the admin, he is not even on this server, see? " Juryboyka said again.
I tapped the tab key to bring up the scoreboard. No spectators, all terrorists are bots (it’s written where the ping is), and the only CTs were us guys.
"Uhh guys what do we do now? We cannot risk anything. They will search every corner of this map if they know how to use guns, and even make a pyramid for at least one to get it. " Onomatopy said
"Then how did the guy who hid over here didn't grabbed a shotgun and suprised me with it rather than charging at me? "
Very good question indeed. There are guns placed on the wall, like in de_duke2 map's hidden drawer compartment. Then the 9mm ammo from hl1 model which served as a ammo for EVERY gun, then we have the grenades. Realising, I somehow picked three HE grenades, while im usually allowed only one. And picked a flash grenade and the smoke grenade. But how could I pick three HE?
"Look, three HEs in my inventory! "
"Mine too! "
The power station (for armor) recharged, as I pressed the E button and hold it, now I got 130 armor points. Someone hacked the server for good. After a while, we all got out, armed to the teeth. Me wielding a AK47 and a Desert Eagle, with plenty of ammo for each. Onomatopy with a shotgun, double Elites, also armed. Borisus having the light machine gun, and somehow two Glocks (one only has that one magazine, the other had 12 magazines), and Juryboyka got himself that automatic sniper rifle (cannot remeber the name right) and also having two pistols (the default for CTs and a almost empty Desert Eagle). We all had three HE grenades, making it up to 12 in total. This is going to be a hell of a match.
"Probably if we win we can disconnect. Usually it’s one round per map. This is the round" Onomatopy said.
I felt proud sort of. Whoever died on this map, maybe died in real life. We won't be the statistics, we will MAKE the statistics.
(from now on, all dialouge will be written [ (First letter of name): (dialouge)])
O: So, how will we going to close this place after we open it?
B: Stack up boxes?
J: Probably
O: I know after we open the exit, they will get in. How the exit was sealed was intended exactly for this situation.
Me: I’m afraid that we are going to open all three doors at once.
B: Alright people, drop your guns right here. We will form a circle in case they charge in, so when the assault is over, empty those guns and pick up your olds.
We all did it, carefully dropping them right next to each other, forming a cross. We all grabbed light machine guns, without picking up ammo, as Onomatopy went to reset the doors.
True to it, they all opened at the same time, and immediately, they charged in. Luckily, Onomatopy closed the entrance doors almost instantly, leaving the exit. We havent wasted much ammo, until we heard footsteps coming from the exit hallway. They swarmed in like zombies, some taking turns, some charging right in.
J: BAD IDEA BAD IDEA!
The horde was seemingly unstoppable, until we killed like fifty of them
O: It worked!
Me: Worked what?
O: I slipped to the maintenance and overclocked the pipes. Now the armory hallways are being burnt. They will change spawns, but as far as we are going, we are safe.
B: Bravo! Alright, empty your guns and switch to old ones.
I throwed my away, cuz it was empty, and picked back my AK47. Borisus changed too. Onomatopy had to empty it towards the wall, as Juryboyka let out two three bullets and switched back.
We started running out. Somehow I felt liberated as we left that dungeon behind, and were running through a great hall, with windows at sides near the top. The skybox was beautiful. Soon, we found our train. It was the transit train, from hl1, just with a small panel inside.
I heard some clashing and slashing, and saw the bots at the glass doors. They were breaking the doors down. Soon we got inside and I started the train, and the bots finally swarmed in. Luckily we were traveling at highest speed already, which outpaces running 1. 5 times.
We were going to travel a straight line, and exit at some metrostation and walk through a valley, as Onomatopy explained. Then after a short hike through the desert valley we would find four motorcycles, and race back way to the truck, which would painfully slowly pass the bridge (as a train) and when the bridge blowsup, congrats and continue with our lives.
B: That sounds easy.
J: Whats the catch?
O: Aside from dangerous murder bots who could ambush us any moment, there isn't much and HOLY SHIT!
We all looked at the rail. The bots were there, standing, about to jump into our train. It was simple really. The train is fast, all they have to do is to duck jump.
B: Pistols out!
Only logical idea. There was a vibe that we would need all our ammo.
Pointing to the rail, no one managed to jump in. Either they got pushed aside or possibly gibbed. Given that there is a long fall from the tracks, no one will make it. And 10 guys failed. Except for one who somehow stuck by the open train door. If he could possibly step in, or god forbid, serve as a...
... Way in.
Truly, one jumped aside and somehow stucked by him and entered the train. Cue a headshot from my Eagle. I immediatly got rid of the guy at the door too. Finally, no more suicidal train invaders.
We got to the end, a open train station, to wilderness. I immediately saw many unreachable ways in the mountains they could spawn and swoop down. We had a med station and armor station here, which we didn't needed so much. Then it began.
Instead of the usual keeping-it-close attack, they went off one by one from all directions. Great, now we have to aim. Lets just hope that at least some of 150 bullets I have remain at the end. And yes, we all have somehow extra magazines.
So what, we ganged up, and went towards the obvious valley, landing shots. And then we found a closed gate. Onomatopy entered some booth near the gate and raised them up. The booth was on one side, so he simply hold the lever and ran through the closing gates once we were all on the other side.
Now, we were walking through a curvy shady valley.
O: Monsters were supposed to spawn at some points. But I doubt those bots would manage the fall that high. Bit closer there is a cave that was supposed to have zombies, so lock 'n' load in tactic mode, tally ho!
Onomatopy was handling stress very well, but im afraid Jonas isn't.
Truly there was a cave. But no bots.
This truly raises the questions. How much are the bots smart? They do co op tactics. They don't care about dying or not completing their goal. Even if the one makes it, they do it. Like the Train Catcher. What if he was the first guy on the line? He simply got stuck there, not trying anything. Not even looking. The power of collective intelligence right here. Whats next? A collective blockade for the bikes? Camping in the truck? Actual usage of guns?!
We were walking in the shady valley, which wasn't that long, till we found the shack with bikes. The road wasn't a bumpy desert style. It was a highway. The bikes were Harleys with passager seats. But first to the shack.
Onomatopy went in, and found only ammo and healthpacks and stuff. I went in to replenish that one bullet from the Desert Eagle. When I got out, I was greeted by a plan. I will ride with Onomatopy, and he will do additional research while squatting in his passanger seat. Borisus will ride one bike, Juryboyka another one, trying to cover us. One bike was left, so I went to throw the bike down the valley, behind a rock. I went back to the Harley and nicely went cruising. The skybox was beautiful. The highway was pretty much long, almost as the train ride, by the road was the rocky natural wall. This felt awesome to look at. I know we should be chased by those bots, but, I can say, only thing that we miss is some kickass music. But instead I engaged into a convo.
Me: Jonas, what are you actually doing?
O: Little more pro research. Trying to find out the ip adress of the admin and all, but the traffic is busy! Seriously, im amazed how aren't we playing without lag? This guy... this guy is goooolld!
Me: Good good, if we are going to the police matter of fact find out everything. Anyone recording this?
J: I tried. Showed only the desktop, and our skype convo. With a cam it just showed static and with bandicam, only desktop.
Me: Ah well, I guess our statements will do the thing.
The ride took a long time, especially because all I needed to do is to hold the forward key. So I turned on my speakers and placed a battery onto the W key and went to take a bag of chips and my juicebox.
Me: AFK
I got up from my chair and went towards my snack stash in my footlocker, and went to the kitchen to get my apple juice. However immature that sounds, apple juice is just too damn good.
Soon enough I was back at my computer, opening the bag, turning off the speakers and putting on my earphones.
O: ... and thats enough evidence for me. All im my journal.
Me: Why not on the computer?
O: UMM HELLO? Maybe the text file will "misteriously" dissappear, like the admin did. I trust my journal, never failed me. Wonder why no one is mocking me?
B: Because we are in a life threatening situation?
J: Mostly so.
Me: Okay how much till the end of this ride?
O: We are closing in soon. Um ETA minute!
Me: Cool.
Truly, our motorcycles stopped. Like stopped functioning. Fortunately near a truck. We inspected the truck, which was rather the usual hl1 truck, with holes instead of the door. Also, the front was connected to the back, resulting in one seat and a enterance. We hopped on, Borisus taking the wheel, as a rather chilling scene happened. Far far away, from the highway we just rode on, a massive horde was sprinting away with knives. Although it seems like several pixels, taking a scope in shows 40 of them running directly at us.
J: SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT HURRY UP ON THE FUCKIN TRUCK MOVE IT SHIT SHIT SHIIIIT!
B: What the fuck?
J: They are coming at massive numbers, 40 or so, 300 meters, closing in. Everyone on!
B: Okay hurry up, im startin the truck, with or without you.
Truly a roar from the engine sounded, as I managed to snatch onto the truck before him leaving away. The others were already there, I ran up the ramp, and made it.
So as they.
We were truly riding on a bridge, rather superlong one. Like the highway long. I saw many mini bridges connected to the bridge. God knows will we be able to made it. I managed to ran up with a AK, their knife sprinting would be no problem.
O: FUCK SHIT FUCK THIS TRUCK IS TOO SLOW!!! WE ARE GOING TO DIE!!!
B: QUIET YOU PUSSY!
Onomatopy shut up, but Jason on the screen was on verge of screaming.
J: This is going to be fun.
Me: I guess.
B: Shit they are on the road!!!
Truly, they formed a blockade. A guy on guy sort of. Many will crash upon and stick on this truck. Borisus left his seat.
B: Brace for impact, boys!
The ones in the front of engine were gibbed. Those in the mid got upon the truck in front, and at top were expectingly at the roof.
O: Uhh UHH SHIT!!!
Onomatopy shot around wildly, landing succesful shots, and some rather not so. Borisus made a sweep through the roof with his light machine gun, possibly crippling those poor bastards.
One of em got on the seat, I simply headshoted him.
Then they swooped upon the platform, some of them dying, some being alive. Borisus took care of them too.
It seemed okay, but we knew they would stick upon something. Like the tram guy. Sacrificing his mobility for others. Borisus tilted to both sides, and went up the truck from the front. It was clear.
But he had to come down immediately. He started reloading as another blockade was near. Onomatopy was literally scared for his life. So he was shooting directly into the medium row (not intended by the way)getting rid of at least half of them, also reducing the main numbers cuz four fifths of them were gibbed. And those who left? I got rid of them.
Borisus and Onomatopy was reloading, as we went for some suicidal invaders from front.
But to our suprise... they weren't hopping in. They stood by side, only to try and ran to us from the behind. Luckily Onomatopy reloaded and was trying very hard to kill them. And did killed them.
But something was tingling in my head.
Onomatopy ran to the platform, as i flinged out my Desert Eagle. A bot jumped behind him, but my quick reflexes got rid of him. Onomatopy got scared and fell of the truck.
O: FUUUUUCK FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK SLOW DOWN SLOW DOOWN!!!
Me: Switch to your knife!
He switched and was catching up with us, and ran up the platform.
O: (while reloading)Damnit, that was fucking close! I could have fucking died! My heart isn't that strong... Uhh.
Then, we saw a island, using Juryboyka's scope. To us it was a few pixels. He saw a blackhawk helicopter on a helipad and a shack on the small island. And expectingly, zombie bots were running all over the place. But when one of them looked at us, everyone ran behind the shack, in the shack, in the chopper, behind the chopper, behind the helipad, behind a rock. They were impossible to see.
Borisus slowed the truck a bit.
B: We need a plan.
J: Ramming them up?
O: Running directly for the chopper?
B: Horrible ideas.
Me: How about if we stop the truck near, and take em out now, when they come up running, unless they still hide, lob up grenades around.
B: Thats the most awesomest plan ever.
O: Guys wait! I have to tell you something!
Me: What?
O: In case...
J: NO WE WILL MAKE IT--
O: NOT THAT YOU PRICK!!! It’s about getting out of this server! The probability that we will meet the end as poor Joseph, or even worse, when we fly off the helicopter, everybody heads down and tone down the sound. I have written a script before for these jail servers, which will disconnect us between map changes. Something like pressing that cancel button during map loading. Probability is that we will get redirected into some hell map so... thumbs up for it to work! All we need is to win the round.
A moment of silence.
B: Okay. GAME ON BOYS!
We stopped the truck and went off it, as like at least a HUNDREDS of them were coming down the bridge.
Me: HERE WE GO!!!
O: FOR LIFE!
J: FOR JOZEF YOU FUCKS!!!
Juryboyka threw two grenades at front, sending many bots to air and their death. Borisus was spraying the front, as Onomatopy was shooting into the wild with his shotgun. I also aimed down and let a huge spray from my AK47.
Juryboyka switched to his P90 he somehow kept by.
J: THIS IS FOR JOSEPH YOU SHITS!!! HOPE YOU DIE AND BURN IN HELL!!! NO ONE IS GETTING ME!!! GO EAT YOUR OWN SHIT YOU won't GET SHIT FROM ME!!!
I threw two grenades, also diminishing their numbers.
This was a battle for life. As long as we don’t reload at the same time...
They were still a good distance away, as finally the hundreds were reduced to tens, which we whipped our pistols upon.
A long corpse pile was on the floor. I lobbed the last grenade into the helicopter, wiping out the hidden fews. Onomatopy threw it into the shack, also wiping off several hidden ones. Borisus started the truck and got off it to crash into the rock, gibbing them and sending their organs out to the air. We got on the blackhawk, as thousands of them were running from the bridge, and the minibridges. The scoreboard was reduced to pixels, a blue bar and red mayhem.
Borisus pressed a button inside, as it was winding up.
B: Fuck hurry up!
Some of them were right at the island, as the chopper finally raised slowly from the ground. A pyramid was getting formed, much quicker than the helicopter rising...
... from both ends.
We spent our last magazines upon the growing piles, as when Borisus threw his last grenade down, sending many of them down, ruining the perfect pile.
The helicopter finally flew forward, as a congrats message flew in front of our eyes.
O: EVERYONE HEADS DOWN TONE OFF!!!
I threw away my earphones and bow my head to the keyboard. I kept the earphones close to me to hear something, and I could somehow see from the colors reflected on the keyboard whats the situation.
What I guessed from, the loading screen was on, when a thunk sounded. An error message.
BLESS THE ERROR MESSAGE!
I heard faintly from the earphones.
O: Air is cool.
I put them back on and saw our convo. Misha's head was messed up, Boris was quite stiff, Jonas was on a verge of tears. Myself, my baseball cap was tilted a bit.
J: I cannot believe it... I cannot fucking believe it... WE MADE IT!!! YES!!! WOOHOO!!!
Jonas was hopping all over the place in his room. He turned on his lights. He crouched on his bed and we were able to see him from afar.
J: I cannot fucking believe it! Against all fucking odds! We survived! AAAND I also tracked down the mofo and wrote it all and printed it in this batch of paper. I’m going to handle it to the cops tomorrow in the morning. And Tommy, you are going with me as a extra witness.
B: Umm now what?
M: Are we gonna find another server.
J: NONONONONO not yet. The config file was changed for all of you. Every key has been binded to connect to some server, except for the movement keys and the use key. Luckily I keep a vanilla copy of the config file here. Just change your names and all later in the config.
We got the config files soon enough. Truly, mine was completely changed, but I swapped it soon enough. I gave the game another run just to be sure. It worked after all.
Me: It’s pretty much dark over here. Thanks for playing guys, but I am going to call it a night for now. Any chance of contacting you soon? Facebook, anything?
B: Yeah, it would be a shame if we don’t remain friends afterward.
J: Tom, you can go take a nap. I have a lot of business for now, and I will exchange info for ye. Good night.
And I made sure I logged off and had exit Skype, turn off the computer, and go to bed. Despite this amazing adventure, im still tried as fuck, and as such, went to take a nap.
EPILOUGE:
Not long after, few days later, since me and Jonas went to the police, we have got a notification about the case.
The bad guy was some mad anti-gaming chick. You know, one of those people who scream on TV that games are violent and bad. The one who pulled out the labor work was actually a poor guy who was a skillful hacker and a great gamer himself, who was indoctrinated to think otherwise. There were also others who worked for The Ancient Bitch, which spread fear and chaos and anger across different servers of many games, most notably the known games which I won’t name for the sake of the gamers. She was cuffed after we gave witness of our friend's almost-death. Apparently, they just kicked out the admin, placed some crazy script which left players for fear of the supernatural, and just replaced the players with some 1337 knife-only bots, which with every death came two. That explains that rush at the bridge. Whole bridge was filled. Our server wasn't the only one. On another CS server (brazillian I believe), every player became invisible to others, leaving some in rather great panic of being alone yet watched, and also hearing footsteps all over the place. Another swedish one, made players spasm through floors when they moved, and when they weren't they would just at the spot they would usually be by normal maneuvers. Although it was rather funny to the players, to some was super creepy. The last example was a player who was unstoppable, invurnable, and very agile (with greater speed and higher jump than usual). Normally that wouldn't be very creepy, if the map wasn't nearly pitch-black, and the skin wasn't so creepy. The skin was one of a shot hostage (has blood). The "player" hunted other poor victims, and when they died, they were jumpscared by some werewolf. Kinda like Joseph did.
Of every of these CS servers, there were survivors. In the invisible server, map was cs_assault_upc, all of the players just waited through it for them to disconnect. In the floor spasm server, where the map was cs_yemen, lots of kills followed by jumpscares for the killed, one guy found a corner and was simply backing up onto it, making him underground and invisible. However in that hunted server (most scariest I've heard of), which map was nth_lets_take_mothers_tank, one guy took refuge in the fridge. The hunter couldn't find him somehow, although it was possible that the hunter could see through walls, pure luck kept that epic survivor alive for a minute of slaughter and terror, and six minutes of primal fear. Anyone who died in the server, possibly died in real life. Those who didn't probably were too scared to play again. Myself, I’m glad that I have a friend who, despite being scared the most, stood up to the bitch and her vicious gang.
Day after the notification, court action was in process. It was a long fight, fortunately for us, judge was the type of guy who doesn't give a fuck about someones seamless rant, and cuffed her for good.
I would most likely want to talk to the survivor of the dreaded hunter, but I don't know if thats it. Maybe other servers also had survivors, which expired one way or another. Maybe there was a server with bots who were similar to Weeping Angels? Maybe a server where a sole player who couldn’t bear any arms was hunted by a highly armed bot army? Maybe a server where some players bullied another players to death? Or even a server where players was simply alone but hunted by hostages
There are many servers out there in the world. God knows the stories of them. Some servers may be peaceful and fun, some servers nerve wrecking but exciting, but some may play with the player himself. Some servers are vanilla, some are modded to the heavens, some mod the players psychology as well. And not just Counter Strike in that matter.
Yah, I know, tons of errors. That is all for this run, now. Maybe I'll get some more older works that are actually readable next time.