First Fan-Fiction ever
Just to start off, this isn't like a novel like The Behemoth or anything like that, its just me writing about NS for school. My teacher told us to do a Descriptive Essay on anything, and because I had no inspiration, I did it on Natural Selection, more specifically on skulks. I decided that I might as well post it on the fan-fiction forum since I can't play NS at the current moment
Here it goes:
The Kharra and the Skulk
For all of humanities existence, they have always pondered 1 question, are we alone in the universe? But soon we were to discover that we aren’t alone, the Kharra are here. The Kharra is an evil, living bacterium that destroys anything and everything in its path. Its damp, mossy, greenish-yellow appearance is not to be underestimated, for at any moment it can strike with such indescribable ferocity. With its hatred for anything human, it spawns many lifeforms bent on killing us; the most frightening of all being the skulk.
The skulk is a guard dog looking alien standing knee length high. Don’t be fooled by its size, for this death bent alien can tear anything, metal and flesh alike, to pieces in a matter of seconds. With its razor sharp teeth, it can bite any part of your body quickly and effortlessly off and come hungrily for more. With its razor sharp claws, it can climb walls and get into anywhere at will.
The skulk has many devastating abilities, which has caused the death of countless solders. It can come charging at you like a freight train with its stunning leap abilities or it can parasite you with the tentacles on its back, marking you as “fresh meat” for the other Kharra to devour. If all else fails, it can come charging at you with its war cry, apparently blowing up in your face like a suicide bomber. This creature has tremendous hatred for us that a few of these things exterminated most of my squad today in a terrible battle.
As I record myself talking to this old, beaten up tape recorder, I stare at the vent above me. A cool yet unpleasant breeze comes down from the vent, along with the constant ticks of the skulks roaming around the ship. With my pistol ready in my hand, I hear the distant cries of my fellow soldiers, wondering when my time will come. The Kharra are here, and they are coming for us.
[End of recording]Idea based on the video game Natural Selection, by Charlie Cleveland of Unknown Worlds Entertainment.
It's kinda unlinked, it feels like it has some plot holes, but good thing it isn't a story
I also added a few maybe over drastic explanations of certain things, but it conveys fear and wanting to pick up a HMG and shoot all skulks nearby
Let me know what you think, this is more of a random impulse than anything else.