Garry's Mod

Garry's Mod

Full Frontal - Slave of Gmod
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Danny Judas  [developer] 2 Apr, 2015 @ 5:40pm
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He sat alone on the steps, staring out into the parking lot. His hands gently shook under the buzzing pink neon lights that decorated the facade of the building. What was he doing here? What had his life become? He felt the wind gently lift the ends of his lab coat, tossing about the trash that lay about the lot in quiet twisters.

He hadn't the credits to clean the mess, even now his pockets were only filled with lint.

Footsteps came up behind him, from beyond the open threshold between him and the lobby.

"John? John! Why are you just sitting there?! We have to get ready before administration shows up!" the voice of his friend called out, frustrated, "They're gunna be so pi-... I mean, angry, if they see our place like this. They're gunna downsize, and when they see us we'll be on their list, and I dunno what to do..."

He went on like that for a while, before John finally interrupted.

"Something bad is on the horizon, man."

"Of course 'something bad' is on the horizon! When admin gets here they're gunna... They're gunna..."

"No. Bigger than the moderators and their stupid rules. Something big, man. Something huge," John almost shouted, feeling the tension come to a rise as the pit in his stomach only deepened, "Not even the admin are gunna be able to handle it."

"John, what are you talking about? Look, it doesn't matter what happens in the future! What matters is now! Remember what they did to the guys who last had this property?!" John could hear him pacing now, back and forth from the marble to the red shag carpetting.

John stood shakily, resting a hand against the column beside him. He felt weak now.

"Listen to me Kyle! Even if we finish the club- which we can't possibly do- they're still going to ban us!" John exclaimed desperately, "All we can do now is make a stand! Do something- anything- before they get here. Even if we fight, even if we win, we'll still..."

"If we're still gunna get banned, then why don't we just leave?! Hunh John?! What difference does it make?!" Kyle shouted, aggresively stepping up behind his friend.

"Because if we make a stand, here, now, then not only will we go out with our dignity, with our honor- and more importantly our souls- maybe someone else in the community will see us and be inspired to do something, to fight like we did!" John argued back, turning around to face the other. They looked identical, neither of them could afford to buy new playermodels. The moderators had taken everything.

"Besides, what do we have to lose anyways? It could be fun- I've always wanted to riddle those greedy thugs with bullets," John added quickly, hoping that it would somehow sway Kyle.

The other kleiner just stood and stared at him, tilting his head like John was insane. Finally he sighed and nodded weakly, "Fine. Fine. I'll go round up the rest of the guys, unload the printers... Maybe there's a gun dealer nearby who'll help stock us up."

John smiled, "You do that. I'll do my best to block off some of the entrances and make this easier for us. If we can get some of them banned, then I promise you Kyle, we'll make waves," he clapped Kyle on the shoulder, his smile becoming a grin.

Kyle put out his fist, and they fist bumped, the first thing they'd done when they met.

"♥♥♥♥ the rules, and ♥♥♥♥ NLR. This is it," Kyle grinned back, "Let's do this thing."