Hey guys, I whipped up a quick story for you all to read. It's in contribution for the creation of Cortex Command, and it's for Data Realms for making it so awesome.
Enjoy!
Just to let you know, I'm not any of the characters.
Cortex CommandWell, today is my first real mission. All I have to do is go down to the mines and fix a problem with some crab, how bad could it be?
1 Hour Later
“Jesus Christ, Greg, you didn’t have to fart! It’s almost 100 degrees in that thing!” I said with a pissed off tone. Greg shrugged and continued to slowly teeter his way to the mine. Ok, quick thing about Greg, he is a big man. And by that, I mean sort of fat. We were in the drop shuttle, sweating our asses off, and he farted. I think of him as a jerk, but sometimes he’s not so bad. One time he stuffed a grenade down a guys shirt when they were about to snipe me in the head, so I pretty much owe him my life.
Ok, back to my mission. I walked down the pass, heaving as I carried my 100 pound armor, and saw something weird. The crab on the path was black. Aren’t crabs on this planet a shade of tan? Once again, I saw something weird. There was a fudging bomb on the god damn crab! “Greg! Watch out!” I yelped as I pushed him over into a pile of dirt and rocks. I ducked for cover and the crab triggered a miniature nuke. Where Greg was just standing was a pile of flaming grass and shrapnel. “Holy… you saved my life! I owe you one!” Greg said, overjoyed to be alive. He got up, brushed his knees and said, “See you at the mine entrance. Be careful for anymore nuclear crabs.” “Alright, I just need to stop some bleeding, see you there.” I replied. I looked at my shin and saw something terrible. A piece of metal was sticking out of my skin! Why am I so unlucky?
When we got to the entrance we felt the need to take out a pistol or a rifle incase of any crabs. Greg thought there might even be zombies or mutants inside too, but that’s why I only took out a pistol. We trudged inside and immediately saw what was wrong with the mine. It was a giant hole going into the center of the planet. The real problem was that there were explosive crabs everywhere. There were a few explosions at the bottom every three seconds or so, but this could go on forever. Possibly until this small hole caves in half the planet. “Let’s report this to command, they need to know.” I gasped. Greg held his Watch speaker thing up to his mouth and slowly said, “Hey, we have a problem. It seems that the mine has sunk to the middle of the planets core. And one more thing. It’s completely filled with nuclear crabs that randomly blow up.” He got a response and told me that we were going back to the drop point, there was a ship waiting for us.
As we lifted off for the command center I thought about the mine. There were people down there, possibly still alive, or just a pile of dust. But hey, at least I don’t work in the O.D.D. (Ore Drilling Department.) We didn’t talk for a while until Greg farted again…
