Day 0
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The sun barely crept over the soaring skyscrapers of Augustgrad. The city seemed calm and peaceful.
It wasn't.
A large group of citizens was standing outside of the monorail station a few hours after dawn. The people were all huddled into a large group, each pushing the other, trying to get to the front to see what was causing the delay. As the group became larger and larger, a Dominion tank, escorted by a small group of marines, made its way to the side of the train station.
"Hey, what's goin' on over here?!" yelled an angry citizen. "I gotta' get to work already! Those minerals ain't gonna' mine themselves!"
One marine stepped forward and faced the crowd. "Everyone, may I please have you attention! We are having difficulties powering the rails at this time. You will all need to find an alternative way to get to your destination!"
The crowd groaned. They all began to disperse, each muttering, under their breaths, their complaints about the constant Dominion interference in their lives. Everyone was making their way back home, but there was one small child who stayed behind, staring blankly at the station. He seemed petrified, unable to move or speak. A Dominion marine walked up to him.
"Hey, kid, did you hear me? You gotta' leave. Nobody can get into the station."
The child said nothing. He continued to stare at the station when his mother came to take him home.
"C'mon, honey, you heard the Dominion officer. We can't get on the trains today. We'll go to the park another day." The boy's mother grabbed his hand, but he still would not move. After a few moments, however, he raised his other arm and pointed at the station.
"Look, mommy," the child said, "what is that in the station?"
His mother looked at the station for a few seconds, and that's when she saw it. Her eyes widened, and she let out a horrific scream. All the people around her turned back towards the station, running toward it and huddling into yet another large crowd.
"What is it? I can't see anything!" yelled a citizen.
"Oh, my god! Do you see that?!" screamed another.
They all looked into through the glass doors of the station, and that's when they saw it. A large pool of blood covered the white tiles of the building. In the center of the blood lay a body, horribly mutilated, almost unable to identify. The marines ran to the front of the building to cover the doors, and two of them entered the building. They walked up to the body and looked at it.
"Hey, Sarge, we got the info you wanted." said one marine to the other. "It looks like this poor bastard was some scientist. Not much is known about him, but at least we got his name."
In the center of the lobby, the body of NudeRaider laid there, torn into pieces and grotesquely disfigured.
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-- Eight hours later --
It was now nighttime. Jim Raynor was sitting at a table in an old abandoned bar, drinking at bottle of whiskey. There were a few others around, but none were close enough to him to eavesdrop. Matt Horner came up to the table and sat down.
"Jim, the zerg problem has gotten worse. A body was found in a train station this mornin'. They're not just takin' the people, they're killin' 'em."
Raynor took a sip from his bottle and let out a sigh.
"We can't wait anymore, Matt." said Raynor. "Get everyone together; we've got to do something."
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Night 1 has begun! Send in your night actions before Monday, April 4th, 10:00 9:00 PM!**Note** The reason I killed off NudeRaider was because he informed me that he couldn't actually play. When he asked in the thread if he could join after sign-ups were closed, I thought he actually wanted to play, but he was just asking theoretically.
Good thing he was a civilian!
Post has been edited 3 time(s), last time on Apr 9 2011, 11:25 pm by Dem0nS1ayer.