Comments on: Oktober Fan-Art #3: A short story by Tronyn

http://www.quaddicted.com/quake-fanart/oktober-fan-art-3-a-short-story-by-tronyn/ The greatest Quake 1 Singleplayer site on this planet. Tue, 09 Aug 2011 22:15:18 +0000 hourly 1 By: Chip http://www.quaddicted.com/quake-fanart/oktober-fan-art-3-a-short-story-by-tronyn/comment-page-1/#comment-1889 Chip Sat, 28 Nov 2009 09:45:21 +0000 http://www.quaddicted.com/?p=897#comment-1889 I'd go for it and write a miniseries of Quake fiction. Your story was absolutely superb. The "One time I saw a guy" gives a meaning of time, and depth and profoundness. Is there a Quake fiction section somewhere? (Try reading this last sentence aloud.) By: Tronyn http://www.quaddicted.com/quake-fanart/oktober-fan-art-3-a-short-story-by-tronyn/comment-page-1/#comment-1821 Tronyn Sat, 21 Nov 2009 16:20:22 +0000 http://www.quaddicted.com/?p=897#comment-1821 holy shit awesome addition, love the pak/pk3 thing of this weird self-awareness (like the character inside the 'game' realizes he's inside), still atmospheric as hell (the two are hard to make compatible)... and still mysterious and creepy... I damn well hope someone writes a part 3. By: Chip http://www.quaddicted.com/quake-fanart/oktober-fan-art-3-a-short-story-by-tronyn/comment-page-1/#comment-1817 Chip Sat, 21 Nov 2009 12:13:45 +0000 http://www.quaddicted.com/?p=897#comment-1817 Great short story. I can see myself inside those dull metal halls. And the drip of water, and the anticipation of meeting someone new. And maybe the hope of finding something different. Just a bit different. A different scratch on the wall. Or voices. Or metal sounds, or crawling flesh. And the heart beating faster at every corner. And the dark thoughts of getting out of ammo for the shotgun. And then I clutch it even harder. The metal is cold, and the ammo is few inside my torn out backpack. I wonder if it's a PAK or PK3 generation backpack. I'm not sure how or why do I know these things. I'm just there. I'm just here. And, strangely enough, these places seems scary familiar. I thought I felt a gust of wind a few corridors back. I should go back and check every inch of the walls. I don't think there's an outside. What's outside? Am I inside? Why's my backpack torn out? Have I been attacked? It seems that each of these halls erases my memory bit by bit. Though I remember clearly everything inside here. So, I'm inside. I smile. Listen, the drip heard again. Is it closer? Is it somewhere up? Or down? I guess I could reach it. But the several hours interval between the drips doesn't help. My hearing gets adjusted and it seems it's farther away than the last one. Damn. What do I have in my backpack? I don't remember. I need a map. I need... Ah, the hell with it, I'm gonna run in THAT direction until I find something new. It's all in vain. By: S.A. http://www.quaddicted.com/quake-fanart/oktober-fan-art-3-a-short-story-by-tronyn/comment-page-1/#comment-1669 S.A. Sat, 31 Oct 2009 19:52:11 +0000 http://www.quaddicted.com/?p=897#comment-1669 Stuff ;>