Gears of War Jump (Jump 1)
1000cp
Starting Location: The Hollow
Identity: Drop-In (Free) Age 31
Abilities:
GOD DAMN SON OF A BITCH (Free)-The art of swearing is crude and obnoxious when used incorrectly. But you? You know how to swear EFFICIENTLY. Whether it's for the sake of injecting some comedy into a situation, or emphasizing the seriousness of a situation, you'll know just how to get the most bang for your buck.
Action Reload
(Free)- Whether it shows up on a HUD of some kind, or whether it's a 'feeling' you have, you're aware of an action prompt whenever you reload your weapons. When you hit the sweet spot in your reloading routine, you're able to finish the job much faster, and the excess movements you've discarded make your shots that much more accurate for a brief period. Every second counts in battle!
Huddle Up (50cpD)- Cover is a good thing when you're avoiding gunfire. You know this better than anyone; even when there's a waist-high obstacle you can use it to maximum effectiveness. Strangely enough, taking this perk means in many firefights you can find plenty of waist- high obstacles to hide behind... waist-high for an average human, anyway.
Blind Fire (50cpD)-You can't be arsed to stick your head out when there's people shooting at you! You've learned how to effectively stick your gun up and fire with reasonable accuracy at the enemy, staying in cover while striking at your foes! Hollywood only wishes they could pull it off as well as you... strangely enough people have trouble hitting your hands while you do this. Skilled marksmen can still strike you, but most goons not so much.
If They
Can Ride Them… (100cpD)- Then so can you. Selecting this perk makes you more competent behind the wheel of any land-based vehicle, and increases your multitasking ability to the point where driving and shooting is barely an issue. As a bonus, if you manage to sneak into the Locust areas you can even ride a Brumak or a Reaver. Go forth, cowboy.
A Gun’s A Gun! (100cpD) Maybe your own weapon doesn't cut it. Maybe it's broken and something else is nearby. Whatever the case, you now know how to effectively use guns and weapons of differing technology. Of course, they have to be somewhat familiar to you first... if it has a
firing mechanism you've never seen, you may have trouble. But if you got a good idea of what it does, you'll learn how to utilize it rather quickly.
Murder Science (100cp)- There's a very specific art to how all this works... you should know, you learned it. You can sufficiently understand the technology of the COG, from the Gasher to the Chainsaws on the Lancer. Given time (and sufficient samples), you may even be able to understand the technology of the Locust.
Percussive Maintenance (100cp)- Sometimes things don't work the way you want it to, or sometimes a weapon jams. This is a problem in combat, so as a temporary measure you can give it a sound thwack and it will work again good as new! Just be sure to properly look at the weapon or equipment in question when you get some time to give actual repairs.
Advanced Assaults (200cp)- The Beefy McLargeHuge soldiers of the COG may supply the manpower needed to strike at the enemy, but you supply the firepower. From Assault Derricks to Silverbacks to Centaurs, the machinations of the COG vehicles are an open book to you. Whether you wish to assault a town or scurry quickly through an enemy line, you know what vehicles
are right for the job. Comes with an optional cowboy hat.
Inventory: Elite Armor: Locust Theron Elite (100cp), Combat
Boots (Free), MX8 Snub Pistol (Free), COG Tags (Free), Personal Digital
Assistant (Free), Gorgon Submachine Gun (50cpD), Bolo Grenade (50cp), Mark 2
Lancer Assault Rifle (Free), JACK Robot Unit (100cp), a cowboy hat (Free),
Drawbacks: None.
First Jump: What in
the living fuck just happened!?
With a rough groan, I slowly
reached up to the side of my head, taking a firm hold of it to try and keep it
from moving with my blurred and oddly shifting vision, almost as if my mind was
trying to catch up with a sudden influx of environmental information. It was
difficult to tell where I currently was, the air was chilled and the only
sounds that greeted me were that of a soft dripping off in the distance. That
silence was soon silenced with a long string of curses that escaped my lips as
if I had suddenly became a sailor.
“My head feels like someone took a fucking god damn can jackhammer to it! Where are my glasses… If Chandler took them, I am going to beat the shit out of that mother fucker till-… Why am I so violent now?” I suddenly asked myself as my eyesight finally settled
and, while it was still as blurry as ever, it did not matter as the light
levels were very limited. Thankfully, there appeared to be a pair of flashlight
eyes… flashlight eyes? Yes, a pair of flashlight eyes were glowing that slowly
approached me and helped to illuminate the darkness. I started to back up
against the jagged wall behind me that, once my hands touched it, was obviously
a part of a stone cave that I happened to have woken up in.
“Good evening, Sir. I hope that you rested well. I have your equipment.” The apparent robot stated, which quickly soothed my nerves. In it’s small, metallic pincers happened to be a blue-steel box. Despite my better judgement, I reached out to take hold of the box and… dropped down to the ground from the sheer weight and size of the item in question. Only good thing that came from this event was that my face was pushed up against an inlay of a cog. A rather specific cog that immediately made my heart sink into my stomach. “Well… Shit… I go to bed and I wake up in the-… Caves… Robot… Cog… CAVES! SHIT, FUCKING, SON OF A BITCH, I AM GOING TO FUCKING DIE DOWN HERE!”
After I finished cursing and screaming my head off, with a bit of assistance from the floating bot that possessed a rudimentary, but quite kind AI, I heard the loud screech of approaching wretches and what could only be a locust drone yelling at them. I knew that I didn’t have much time, my hands frantically moving to open up the crate with little success. I could hear the approaching footsteps. With a resounding, cheerful gasp I pried open the grate and grabbed the first thing I could find. On top of a set of armor and other pieces of equipment was the iconic Lancer Assault Rifle and the, I assume, trademarked chainsaw bayonet. Just as my fingers closed around the grip and the space between the bottom of the bayonet and a hand rest, I heard another screech off to my side. I couldn’t see any more than the rough outline of a four foot, hunched figure.
It lunged at me, my muscles acting on their own to pick up the large rifle, my hand moving from the hand rest to the small handle and pry it back, instinctively acting without direction to start the chainsaw up. With a loud thud, the sound of tearing flesh, and the roar of the small engine in the rifle, I fell to the ground with that wretch landing on both me and my one source of defense that tore straight into it’s hide and, in a shower of blood and gore, it’s own weight brought the chainsaw through it’s now mangled corpse.
It took me a moment to climb up to my feet, blood dripping from my frame and my now ruined coat, my shaky hand prying itself away from the handle of the Lancer to reach up and wipe the blood out of my eyes. The rest of that horrid creature’s friends were coming and made no effort to hide themselves. “Very well… I’ll figure out my mental state later… I know that they only want to survive, but so do, so… for now…” I bent over toward the crate and took hold of one of the grenades in the crate, right around the bottom to pull it out by the extendable chain. “I have grubs to deal with…” As they came around the corner, their outlines coming into view with the small amount of light presented being the lights on the locust’s own armor, I began to spin the grenade by the chain that was drawn from it. All that was left to do was say a rather overdone meme and toss the grenade. “Eat shit and die, grubs!”
For the years after that, I went along through the Hollow with the aid of my new robot… As to not steal the name of the robot that Marcus used, I simply called him Douglas… Yup… Douglas. I managed to escape the Hollow before it was flooded and go along with the story of the game, mostly staying right behind the group as best as I could and even joined up with them for the final assault… Ten years of blood, gore, and exploding beings once the lambent surfaced… And, for some reason, I woke up one day in a large building with all of my gear, Douglas, a pump with 50 gallons of imulsion (That toxic shit that mutates living organisms and yes, it is spelled that way), ammo for my weapons and, well… I suppose I will have to look around for everything else. There was a note, though, and it suggested that I think of where to go to next. Guess we shall see where I end up… Hopefully somewhere less bloody.
“Good evening, Sir. I hope that you rested well. I have your equipment.” The apparent robot stated, which quickly soothed my nerves. In it’s small, metallic pincers happened to be a blue-steel box. Despite my better judgement, I reached out to take hold of the box and… dropped down to the ground from the sheer weight and size of the item in question. Only good thing that came from this event was that my face was pushed up against an inlay of a cog. A rather specific cog that immediately made my heart sink into my stomach. “Well… Shit… I go to bed and I wake up in the-… Caves… Robot… Cog… CAVES! SHIT, FUCKING, SON OF A BITCH, I AM GOING TO FUCKING DIE DOWN HERE!”
After I finished cursing and screaming my head off, with a bit of assistance from the floating bot that possessed a rudimentary, but quite kind AI, I heard the loud screech of approaching wretches and what could only be a locust drone yelling at them. I knew that I didn’t have much time, my hands frantically moving to open up the crate with little success. I could hear the approaching footsteps. With a resounding, cheerful gasp I pried open the grate and grabbed the first thing I could find. On top of a set of armor and other pieces of equipment was the iconic Lancer Assault Rifle and the, I assume, trademarked chainsaw bayonet. Just as my fingers closed around the grip and the space between the bottom of the bayonet and a hand rest, I heard another screech off to my side. I couldn’t see any more than the rough outline of a four foot, hunched figure.
It lunged at me, my muscles acting on their own to pick up the large rifle, my hand moving from the hand rest to the small handle and pry it back, instinctively acting without direction to start the chainsaw up. With a loud thud, the sound of tearing flesh, and the roar of the small engine in the rifle, I fell to the ground with that wretch landing on both me and my one source of defense that tore straight into it’s hide and, in a shower of blood and gore, it’s own weight brought the chainsaw through it’s now mangled corpse.
It took me a moment to climb up to my feet, blood dripping from my frame and my now ruined coat, my shaky hand prying itself away from the handle of the Lancer to reach up and wipe the blood out of my eyes. The rest of that horrid creature’s friends were coming and made no effort to hide themselves. “Very well… I’ll figure out my mental state later… I know that they only want to survive, but so do, so… for now…” I bent over toward the crate and took hold of one of the grenades in the crate, right around the bottom to pull it out by the extendable chain. “I have grubs to deal with…” As they came around the corner, their outlines coming into view with the small amount of light presented being the lights on the locust’s own armor, I began to spin the grenade by the chain that was drawn from it. All that was left to do was say a rather overdone meme and toss the grenade. “Eat shit and die, grubs!”
