Repercussions of Evil

Repercussions of Evil

A Story by Proletariat Uprising
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What happens when good meets evil?

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John Stalvern waited. The lights above him blinked and sparked out of the air. There were demons in the base. He didn't see them, but had expected them now for years. His warnings to Cernel Joson were not listened to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway. John was a space marine for fourteen years. When he was young he watched the spaceships and he said to dad "I want to be on the ships daddy."
Dad said "No! You will BE KILL BY DEMONS"
There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in the space station base of the UAC he knew there were demons.
"This is Joson" the radio crackered. "You must fight the demons!"
So John gotted his palsma rifle and blew up the wall.
"HE GOING TO KILL US" said the demons
"I will shoot at him" said the cyberdemon and he fired the rocket missiles. John plamaed at him and tried to blew him up. But then the ceiling fell and they were trapped and not able to kill.
"No! I must kill the demons" he shouted
The radio said "No, John. You are the demons"
And then John was a zombie.

© 2011 Proletariat Uprising


Author's Note

Proletariat Uprising
You mad, bro?

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I've been on 4chan WAY too much lately, so I thought I'd come around here and troll y'all.

Posted 12 Years Ago


I'm going to guess this was supposed to be bad, because your other stuff kicks a*s. If so, this is pretty funny.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

well that was.....um....entertaining

Posted 12 Years Ago



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I write occasionally. It's about the only creative thing about me. Life has been slowing down my writing, rather than giving me a chance to sharpen my skills (I admit my work is rough around the edg.. more..

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