The night chills with an icy wind as the creature the world has known only as "Gorri-CHRYSt" makes its way across the back country. Having long ago escaped the cages and chains of the freak-shows, the disgusting abomination of a lifeform has been on a rampage, mauling the hell out of anyone it comes across, leaving behind corpses with their faces bashed in or ripped off.
Wolf tracks the creature by it's unique, as well as incredibly powerful, stench. He can smell the reeking animal from miles away, and it is so strong it would be almost impossible to lose its trail.
The freak of science and nature rubs its armpits and grunts. It's eyes light up as it detects the odor of human stench. It gets excited at the promise of blood. It jumps up and down and scratches itself some more.
Seconds later, It charges into the brush, screaming a blood-curdling roar at the top of it's lungs, arms raised to crush, tear, and smash anything in it's path.
The Wolf is undaunted by the fierce and incredibly ugly monster heading in his direction like a speeding 18-wheeler.
He stands his ground.
Gorri-CHRYSt advances to within 5 yards of Wolf, than leaps into the air, limbs hooked like predatory claws ready to rend flesh and shatter bones.
The creature's eyes glow a diabolical red, and it's fang-filled mouth precipitates filthy green saliva like a rabid bulldog on speed.
It casts a shadow as it comes down on the Wolf.
Wolf dodges to the left.
Gorri-CHRYSt lands where Wolf had been standing, tearing the general heck out of the ground where his prey was located only moments before.
"Not too bright, are you, monkey-boy?"
The squalid mutant's face whirls around to face two Striker-12 shotguns held level. Wolf doesn't even wait to finish the sentence before he fires.
Twin crimson-orange flares lance into the night as 12 rounds of .70 caliber deer slugs and 12 rounds of armor piercing "Satan's toothpicks" flechettes tear into the monster's furry sides.
A most unearthly roar echoes throughout the sky. The residents of the nearby village lock their windows, bar their doors, and say their prayers.
The monster is far from dead. Now bleeding purple radioactive slime, it appears more enraged than before. It swipes at the Wolf with deadly claws.
The claws tear right through Wolf's Kevlar vest and flak jacket like it was silk. Fortunately it was not a direct blow. Still, It was more than enough to draw blood.
All expressions of humanity leave the Wolf's face as he faces the creature. His eyes turn to cold steel, and his face radiates nothing but pure, anadulterated rage.
Throwing the shotguns aside, Wolf pulls out a relic from the days of DOOM. A plasma rifle spits bright blue balls of burning superheated gas directly into the face of the furry monstrosity.
The result has instantaneous effect. The monster clutches its face and screams.
Wolf simultaneously activates a Damage Amplifier and a Quad Damage, and moves to the next stage. In one hand, a minigun spits blazing streams of 7.62 mm depleted-uranium slugs, while the other hand steadies the original DOOM chaingun, firing incendiary ammunition.
The raw firepower strikes the monster with more force than the Hammer of Thor. Fur, giblets and radioactive slime fly in all directions for miles as the most horrific creature ever to stalk the face of th earth is torn to shreds by the hail of amplified streams of hot lead.
Wolf stands in the purple glow, His face a mask of rage as he screams: "Die, you son of a bitch, Die! Die! DIE!!!!!"
An incredibly meaty explosion marks the demise of Gorri-CHRYSt as the weapons finally exhaust the chains.
Wolf is standing knee-deep in ejected brass, and is covered with bits and pieces of fur and gibs. Slime has stained his assault vest and flak jacket. He doubts that he has ever smelled so bad in his entire life. The acrid flavor of cordite mixes with the pervasive Gorri-CHRYSt stench.
"God damn it. I need a shower and a cold beer."
Too bad, Wolf thinks, this was only the beginning of the task at hand, and was, in all probability, the easy part.
The moon emerges from behind the clouds, and the chilled winds fan the wilderness as the mysterious mercenary dissapears into the night.
-Wolf Blackstar
"A chainsaw! find some meat!"
PuF: Bring on the pain!
[This message has been edited by Wolf Blackstar (edited 04-26-2000).]
