A Dark and Terrible Peril: An Alien AAR

[HannibalBarca]

123 miles outside of Fargo, North Dakota
November 23, 1935

Billy Collins continued to stare out the window of his small home. He often referred to it, along with his wife, Sammy, as the "ass end of nowhere's ass." His small ranch had about 65 cows and steer, enough to get by selling the meat and milk, but not enough to get much of anywhere in life. For years, ranch life had been boring and tedious, but today something very...bizzare had happened. In the early morning, a huge...asteroid? comet? had crashed about half a mile from his house. For much of the morning and afternoon, he had observed it, careful to stay a safe distance from it.

His wife walked up to him and stood beside him, also looking at the great rock from space. "Y'all know it ain't gonna do nothin' Billy," she said in a typical backwoods drawl, "it's just a big ol' rock. Not like there's moonmen inside or somethin'!"

He kissed her lightly on the cheek. "You're probably right, darlin'," he replied, "but still, it just seems right queer to me. Not that big of a deal I suppose. Still some daylight," he glanced at the afternoon sky, "guess I could get some work done." He kissed his wife again, grabbed a hat, and walked out the door.

The next four hours went rather uneventfully. Purposefully skirting the impact crater of the space object, Billy went about mucking the stables, milking some of the cows and other mundane tasks. He retired at sundown to the last of the ham that Sammy had bought from the market in town a few weeks ago, along with some green beans and potatoes. He went to bed soon afterwards.

Billy awoke at, he looked at the clock in the dim light, 3:23 in the morning. It sounded like something downstairs had crashed to the floor and shattered. Sammy started beside him. "What in the hell was that?" she whispered frantically. "What if it's bandits or killers!"

"Calm down, darlin," Billy said, although he was barely able to keep from whimpering with fear. "Im gonna go check downstairs. It was probably just a...breeze! I think I forgot to close the window!" He felt much better now. He grabbed a lantern and cautiously proceded down the stairs, careful not to trip.

Suddenly, something dark skitttered across the kitchen floor. A shadow, Billy thought, just an ever-loving shadow! The shadow turned towards him. The moonlight coming through the open window reflected off the gleaming teeth of a monster that stood at the bottom of the staircase.

"The meteor dammit!" he screamed, "the METEOR!" With the calculated moves of a killer, the monster from another world started up the staircase, moonlight reflecting the black, smooth shell. Billy screamed in terror as the monster screamed in blood-curdling hunger. The monster sank its fangs into Billy's neck. He screamed as the warm, red fluid gushed from him. As the life slowly slipped away from his body, the horrid monster from the stars smiled a horrible smile as blood dripped from its fangs...

[lifeless]

well thats an interesting beginning...

[Duke of Wellington]

Poor Billy. Bloodsucking aliens? Oh well looks fun

[Gagarin]

aliens? in midwest america? with rednecks!!!
FUN!!!
/subscribes/

[GeneralHannibal]

Bloodcurdling beginning but looks like it will be very good.

[HannibalBarca]

Who says they drink blood? Perhaps they're just hungry! When you bite someone with fangs, blood does typically come out. Especially if the jugular gets bitten. Violence is fun!

[MIG-15]

Who says they drink blood? Perhaps they're just hungry! When you bite someone with fangs, blood does typically come out. Especially if the jugular gets bitten. Violence is fun!

Yay violence!

[Sophianumg@mer]

Cool! Aliens!

That's the least I'd expected in HoI 2 (yes, I know there's a cheat, which adds aliens invaders to the world)!!!

This will be a real fun AAR!!!!

[KlavoHunter]

My question for playing an Alien game, is how you can get other countries controlled by the AI to send troops to help. You know, instead of ignorantly continuing on with their usual events.

[HannibalBarca]

I dunno. I'm not real sure that it will be an actual AAR as opposed to fanfiction.

[HannibalBarca]

Fargo, North Dakota.
December 29th, 1935.

Private First Class Johnathan Elderwood crouched behind a burnt-out automobile, clutching his M1903 Springfield rifle close to his chest. "Why can't we get some of those fancy new Garands everyone's talkin' about," he mumbled irritably. But he knew why. The North Dakota national guard wasn't exactly going to be first in line for new armaments.

That was before the incident that was going on now. Ever since November, cows, sheep, pigs and farmers had been disappearing all across the countryside. Any detatchment sent to investigate whatever may have been going on hadn't come back. By now, though, everyone knew what was happening.

Hellish monsters had been besieging the town for going on a week now. He remembered the first time he had seen the monsters, the dim Winter sunlight reflecting off their skin, which was black as night. They looked like some unholy fusion of a lizard and a praying mantis, with buglike eyes and huge, frontal claws, but they also had a pointed head, lizard-like hind legs. They also had a scorpion's tail, filled with deadly poison. Johnathan had held a soldier in his arms as the toxin asphixiated the poor man, with no way to help at all. Everyone was terrified of these nightmarish beings.

His friend Bobby Frankston slowly slided up to him. "It's too damn cold for this, eh John?" he asked. Despite everyone's terror, some still tried to pretend that this nightmare was business as usual.

"Hell, Bobby, don't be complainin' about the cold," Johnathan snapped. "Just be glad you're still alive, dammit."

Bobby laughed, "Well, we're all gonna die sooner or later. Why be thankful for having to wait?"

Johnathan was about to reply to that when a ghastly screech echoed across the blasted landscape. "Oh, hell no!" the soldiers both said in unison. Johnathan checked the clip in his Springfield and chambered a bolt, awaiting for the inevitable assault. The monsters slowly lurched forward from the shroud of fog surrounding the city.

A distance away, Johnathan heard the distinctive report of an M1 Garand rifle. The soldier fired off a clip in quick sucession. Dammit, he thought, either they're closer there than they are here, or that boy doesn't know what the hell he's doing.

Across the road, one of the beasts appeared from behind a small office building. Johnathan squeezed off a round. With a loud crack, it sped towards the monster. He watched in satisfaction as its head exploded in an orange goo. But there would be tens, hundreds, thousands more of the monsters to come. Anyone who had fought here before knew that.

And so it was. Ten of the monsters appeared from the rubble, twenty now, thirty. Johnathan frantically fired round after round, working the bolt as fast as he could. Beside him, Bobby was doing the same. Johnathan raised the gun again and fired...click. "Shit!" he screamed, "I'm out!" He reached into the pocket on his uniform, felt for a cartridge...one left. He frantically shoved it in place.

Bobby was not so lucky. He was out of clips, defenseless against the hellish creatures. Johnathan shot two more rounds at the onrushing beasts, trying to take some of the pressure off of his friend. But there were too many. One of the monsters leaped into the air, brought its claws crashing down upon Bobby's stomach, another one upon his neck. Bobby half-screamed and half-gurgled as blood began to pour from him.

"NO, DAMMIT!" Johnathan screamed. He savagely charged towards the scavengers clumped around his friend, dispatching them both in what seemed like an instant. He crouched beside Bobby, who was clearly dead. His eyes were glazed over, blood continued to ooze out of him. Johnathan could not help himself, he began to cry. Behind him, something hissed loudly.

He spun, fired his rifle from the hip. He missed. The creature that stood before him raised one of its claws, brought it down towards Johnathan. He raised his Springfield up, trying to shield himself from the blow. The monster's claw snapped the gun like plywood. The other claw hacked off Johnathan's right arm. He screamed and fell to the ground. The creature raised its claw once more, brought it down...the pain was horrific, but only for a split-second.

[KlavoHunter]

Poor Johnathan. He should have bayonetted ET's ass!

[GeneralHannibal]

Will you eventually turn to the Alien point of view or will it always be from human point of views?

[Gagarin]

all hail the aliens!

[HannibalBarca]

Yes, Alien point of views will be included. However, most of it will be basic instincts, detailing a hunt for food in a raveged human town/city. And by the way, surrender is not an option. They seek only to feed.

[MIG-15]

Yay, my 300th post!

[HannibalBarca]

Fargo, North Dakota
December 29, 1935

Food. It ran towards the two-legged creature, which was slaying countless amounts of the others with the deathly instrument. It did not care. Hunger drove it, fear had no effect on It. It pressed forward under the hail of fire.

Food. Two-legs ran to a fallen one's side, completely oblivious to Its prescense. It hissed in delight as It raised a claw above Two-legs' head. Two-legs spun, aimed the thunderstick at It. Thunder. It felt no pain, the thunderstick had not struck.

Food. It brought a claw down towards Two-legs, smashed the thunderstick in half as Two-legs tried to block the blow. Its other claw tore off Two-Legs' arm. Two-legs screamed. It raised the claw up to the sky, brought it down on Two-legs' head. Cruch. Two-Legs' lifeblood oozed out. Food.

It consumed Two-legs' remains. Its teeth easily snapped brittle bone and soft skin. Blood stained Its teeth as It continued the feast. Soon, nothing was left. But the hunger was not sated. Food.

It continued to hunt throughout the twisted concrete structures. Nothing was left of the bodies of Two-legs' comrades. The others had consumed them, just as It had fed. A scream pierced the air. It sped down one of the streets, towards where the scream had come. Food.

A small Two-legs sat in the middle of the street, crying. It lunged towards the small one, easily swallowing the infant in one gulp. Still, the hunger was left unsated. It sniffed the air. The place was barren. All of the Two-legs had fled or died. But the hunger was still gripped...It ran away from the town, kept going and going, searching for...Food.

[HannibalBarca]

Originally Posted by MIG-15

Yay, my 300th post!

ET phone home! CALL RELATIVES FOR DINNER! KILL KILL KILL! FOOD!

Anyway, a future update will involve a squad of rangers infiltrating the infestation area to try and retrieve a specimen for research...a weakness must be found!

Anyone wanna volunteer? You'll probably die come through alive. I promise!

[MIG-15]

FOOD!

it's better left for this

[HannibalBarca]

Originally Posted by HannibalBarca

ET phone home! CALL RELATIVES FOR DINNER! KILL KILL KILL! FOOD!

Anyway, a future update will involve a squad of rangers infiltrating the infestation area to try and retrieve a specimen for research...a weakness must be found!

Anyone wanna volunteer? You'll probably die come through alive. I promise!

So, no one wants to volunteer for this dangerous, important mission? I should've known. Oh well, generic names I suppose.