Starcraft 2 Armory - Unofficial Starcraft 2 Fansite

NOTICE: first fanfic. might be a little rough. please try to stay with it. i probably wont be dividing it up into chapters, just random segments.

here we go...

"Dude, your never going to believe this!"
"What is it?"
I just got this awesome new program. It lets you create pretty much anything into a game you are playing. Like i could create someone who looks just like you in any computer game."
"...Isn't that something called, i don't know, A HACK?"
"What? nooo..... Maybe... Look, its completely legitimate, I have tried it out on my computer, and no viruses or anything got put on, and it worked OK, but it was a little slow. And you just got that new computer..."
"No! Nothing of that sort is going on! I just got it, and I don't want a bunch of crap on it."
"Come on, it is completely safe. i downloaded a couple of programs to run background checks, and it is fine."
"Grrr..... Fine. Lets try it out..."
"Sweet!"
My name is Jason Ryan, and my best friend, Andrew Gibbs had just gotten a new computer program. Andrew is constantly finding the latest thing for his computer games, and sometimes shows me some of the things he has found. The newest program that he has found, named The Game, can just barely run on his computer. This is where I come in. I just got a new Desktop for my Birthday, complete with the newest gear for gaming. This program was like nothing that has ever been seen before and will likely never been seen again.
"OK, finished downloading." Andrew said. "Now which game would you like to try out first?"
"Ehh.... I don't know..." I replied. "I haven't had that much time to get some of the games on my computer yet. just started actually."
"Hmm.... how about this one?"
"What, Starcraft? I guess. so what exactly does this program do?"
"Well, basically, it allows you to make a new person, or unit, in the likeness of yourself, with whatever you want to have."
"So I could basically be a Ghost with a sniper, a machine gun, and a flamethrower?" I asked.
"I don't see why not." He replied. "but you got to think bigger. you can create whatever you want to use."
"I think i will just stick with that for now."
"OK, suit yourself."
As we created this new unit, I did add a few more things, such as detection, psionic storm, heal (which I allowed it to heal myself) and a few other gizmos. All it needed was a name.
"Well, since this is you, how about 'Jason Ryan'?"
"Sounds good to me" I replied.
When we put the program file into the starcraft file, everything ran smoothly. I created myself in the game, and had some fun kicking butt and taking names.

Later that day, Andrew left, and I continued to fiddle with my newly created "self". I was actually starting to become bored with it, and thought that I might want to make "myself" a little less invincible, to make it a challenge.
ehh... i will do it tomorrow when Drew comes over... I said to myself.


Later that night, while asleep, I had the strangest dream. It was as if I was actually on the battlefield, attacking the enemy zerg, protoss, and terran, all the while using my amazing abilities. It was kind of foggy, yet it seemed so real. When I awoke, I could barely tell what exactly I had been dreaming of.



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WoaH this looks fun man.

Your structure is pleasant and well written. I wanna see more soon. Come on!!! POST MORE ALREADY!!! DAMN YOU MANDOS IF YOU DON'T POST MORE IN THE NEXT TWO MINUTES I AM GOING TO STAB THE SHIT OUT OF MY F%$@ING ORANGE KITTEN WITH A F%&$ING SCREWDRIVER YOU B*&!#RD!!!!!!

...sound familiar?

hmm.... slightly so.... just slightly.... but did i have any @#!$%@#$ in mine? no, instead, i just used the powers of dead elves and balrogs to haunt you. completely different. i might post more tomorrow, but it is 12:30 right now... soo...


EDIT: darn you, no allowing to double post.... ok, so i will go ahead and post the next part here, but i need some coments... anyone?


When i woke up that morning, I was wondering if I should tell Andrew about my weird dream.
Ehh... He will probably just go "dude, you are a geek, you dream of starcraft." I thought to myself.

Later that day, Andrew came over with The Game again.
"Man, my computer cannot run this thing, its just to slow. Can I use yours and fiddle around with it?"
"Yeah, sure, i guess...." I replied.
"Sweet, thanks man!"
As Andrew put in the program again, we started talking about who his super unit would be.
"I am deffinately going for a ghost, except he will have a yamata cannon instead of a regular attack."
"Overkill much? doesn't really matter, its your person. Oh, and also, while your making your guy, could you tone down mine some? it just wasn't that much fun after a while."
"As you said, its your guy..."
"Don't worry, you will get bored with it too."

As Andrew began playing, I started drifting away. I returned to the battlefield that was so foggy in my dreams. This time, things were a little clearer. I could see that my person had been downgraded some from the program, and that I was battling a wave of zerg.
*SNAP*
"Hey, earth to Jason, you there?"
"Uhh... yeah.... Sorry, just daydreaming there..."
"What could be so captivating as to block out my amazing dialog of what I am doing?"
"Maybe the thought of your amazing dialog not being so amazing?"
"Thats cold, Jason, real cold..."
"You were asking for it."
"Yeah, well... Crap, I have to go. Dinner time already. see you tomorrow?"
"I will be here, still working on getting the rest of my computer put together and everything installed."
"Cool, well see you then."


The rest of the night went on with nothing exciting happening. once I finnally did go to bed, the same dream came back. This time the fog was nearly gone. I could almost feel myself being in command, sweating out the details, making sure that my men survived. It was really weird. When I woke up, I decided to tell Andrew when he came over for another round of The Game programming...

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-next installment: unknown/whenever I get around to it-
-until then, Mandos-

I love this nerdy dialogue.

NeRdz iz arsOme.

Keep it up man!

(BTW are they just going to keep using Starcraft? It's such a great concept that I think you should bridge it out to other games. Maybe even merge them together!)

Also, double posting is allowed in the Fan Fiction section. :)

I have a idea, how about worlds of Command and Conquer fused with starcraft. I think that would be a good Idea, what do you think uber?

Quote by Dark Prelate

I have a idea, how about worlds of Command and Conquer fused with starcraft. I think that would be a good Idea, what do you think uber?

I love both of those universes, but IDK how balanced it would be...

Waitaminute! This is 'The Game'! Screw Balance!

INFESTED SOVIETS FTW!!!!!

BTW Prelate, have you played Red Alert 2?

@uberlisk: yes, this will just be about starcraft. you will see why eventually... and i couldn't double post for some reason... said not allowed... even though gears said he fixed it. well, i think i will continue my nerdy dialog. it will be getting better soon.


"Hey man, how's it going?" Andrew asked.
"It's going, and you?"
"Ready to mess with the program some more. Dude, it is official, I am an uber geek."
"...And how is this official?"
"By actually dreaming of starcraft."
"...Strange..."
"Whats strange?"
"Nothing, don't worry about it. So, whats next?"
"Well, do you have any other games on here that can be.... formatted?"
"Lets see here.... Got Escape Velocity, but I can already create things in there.... I have mainly been playing on the internet, and only have downloaded those two so far..."
"Well then, I guess its more Starcraft. What shall I add this time?"
"Why not make a person have the best abilities of units?"
"Sure. since its your idea, you want to have at it with your guy?"
"Yeah, sure... so lets see here. How about storm, stasis, yamato, cloak, regen, detect... that should do for now."
"Try it out, then its my turn..."

We continued to mess around with our person until Andrew had to leave again.
Once again I hit the sack, but things started getting weird at this point.

"MEDIC!!!!! MEDIC!!!!" A wounded marine was dragging another marine, presumably his friend, from the battle field, searching desperately for a medic.

"WE NEED A MEDIC!!! SOMEONE HELP!!! YOU, I SAW YOU USING SOME STUFF ON THAT GUY OVER THERE, please help...." he said as he ran over. As I started looking around, I noticed a large bunker, severely damaged, and a SCV trying desperately to repair it. Zerg forces were constantly coming. As the two marines came closer, I started looking around my immediate area, and saw I had a medkit on me. once I administered it to the two marines, they quickly joined battle, where I joined in. Once I came to the battle field, I noticed that I was holding a large sniper, that I saw the presence of zerg underground, and that my sniper had an enhancement called "Yamato." I also saw that I had A few buttons, which once tested on general area of the zerg force, I realized was a cloak and a psionic storm.
what in the world is going on here... I wondered to myself. Suddenly, a civilian ran up to me.
"Commander Ryan, quickly, you must help us!! we are almost overrun here!!"
wha... Commander Ryan? Wait a second.... I created a Commander Ryan... What the crap is going on here...
As I followed the civilian, we came closer to the bunker. once I entered, I started using my sniper with the Yamato enhancement to blast away the zerg. It all looked so real. Once they realized that they were not going to win, they suddenly retreated.
That was lucky.... Hope that they don't come back here again. Now what in the world is going on here?


Suddenly, I was awake, my alarm going off, bringing my back to my home, back to earth, back to this century...

-thanks for reading-
-thinking about putting each post in days, cause after that, i am done typing-
-might type more tonight, for now, read up and feel free to bump, lol-

ha ha! *bump!* Wait, I don't even know what 'bump' means...

lol at the 'yomata'. I love it when my modding ends up with funny typos like that.

Good luck with your yomata gun. (It prolly fires beams of blue energy, backward into your face.) XD

haha, yeah. i will fix it once i get on my computer. and bump means to put on the list, as in bump up, as in if your topic gets so low on the list that no one sees it, i would post there to "bump" it to the top.

EDIT: frustration... it won't let me double post, so its up to you guys to post something in between here, so i wont have to go editing every time i want to put something up. plus, you will get to know that there is a new post out.




When Andrew came over the following day, I was just about to tell him about my dream.
"Dude, your never going to believe this... I had the craziest dream last night. You know the person that I made in Starcraft, well, I was HIM!!! it was crazy realistic."
just one problem. This was Andrew talking, not me.
"Uh..... This is not good...." I replied.
"Whats not good?"
"I had the same thing, bunch of zerg, super realistic, marines dieing, all of my abilities, everything..."
"...What the crap is that thing...."
"Where exactly did you get this program from again?" I asked.
"I downloaded it from the internet, my main source for these things. everything looked just fine, burnt it on a disk, everything was still fine, reviews for it, all good. It was completely legitimate."
"Yeah, well, what do you think now?"
"I think we had better lay off of this thing for now."
"Agreed. now, lets go ahead and get that thing off of my computer."
"Right, just need to find the uninstall... Uh.... Hmm..."
"What?"
"I am not seeing an uninstall... But don't worry, you need the disk for it. I will just trash everything, that should work..."
"It had better."
"So then, what now?"
"How about we go outside..."
"Sounds good to me. Perhaps some frisbee? I got a great disk right in my hands."
"...And perhaps some fun disks in the microwave?"
"Now we are talking!"

As we continued to destroy the disk in various ways, The Game, instead of being deleted, had simply downgraded our creations. not to mention it had added a few new things that had been pre-integrated to do so.

After Andrew went home, I started to dread going to sleep...
maybe I will just drink alot of coffee, stay up all night... but I will have to go to bed sometime....
As I drank my coffee, I picked up a book. It was an interesting one, but I kept nodding off. I eventually dozed off in my chair, to be awakened in the morning. I later learned that the coffee was decaf.

As I awoke, I looked around me. I was in a strange metallic room, lying down, with the feel of cold metal pressing on my body.
ehh crap... well, lets have a look around then, shall we?
As I started my observation, I noticed a few immediate things. My supped up armor, along with all of my abilities, were gone. instead, I had a machine gun, lying against the wall, and large bulky armor pieces on the floor.
"Good to see you up, Marine..." He looks at my dog tags. "Ryan. Get ready to suit up, its going to be a long day."
Marine? ohh crap... Bad idea to erase that program.... very bad idea....
"Your with scouting party Theta. You will be teamed up with your usual group, Gibbs, Smith, and Johnson. You will be covering section f-6 through f-9. You will be relieved in twelve hours. Meet with your group outside the barracks."
Gibbs??!!?? Oh crap... this is not good... not good at all... If he is actually here... Then its official.
As I began my suit up, I noticed how bulky my armor was compared to my previous one.
I really hope this will hold up, and its heavier not just because the other one was newer....
I knew I was kidding myself. Once the machine assembly helped me put on my armor, I studied the map.
O.K. so we are in sections a-1 to a-2 and b-1 to b-2. And the zerg base is believed to be in j-8 to j-11 and h-8 to h-11. So that puts our group close to the enemy... Oh crap, what am I doing here.... We are all so dead... I really hope that if we die in here, we will wake up nice and well in the morning...
As I met up with my group, I noticed Andrew. We both had puzzled looks on our face, and those looks quickly turned to fear. We had no clue what we had just stumbled into...


*BEEP**BEEP**BEEP*

Oh, I have never heard such a joyous noise before. I was awakened by the distant call of my alarm clock. Apparently, it had already gone off once before, and this was it's second round.

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Woah this is pretty good kind of like um..... crap forgot the movies name but thats beside the point dreams coming real is pretty cool/frightening since you'll never know what kind of rules are governing your new existance.

My first thought when I finally awoke was that nothing extremely bad had happened yet. My second was how in the world was Andrew there, My third, why had I fallen asleep, and my fourth, what do we have to eat around here, because I was famished. My third and fourth thoughts to myself were quickly found out. I had only decaf coffee, and breakfast bars for the morning again. Shortly after, Andrew started banging on the back door.
"Dude.... This is so not good..."
"Please, please, please tell me you did NOT see me last night in a dream that just so happened to deal with starcraft.... Please..."
"I Repeat my earlier statement... not good..."
"Well then, what now? I we kinda trashed everything from the file, but its still in the computer. We could try wiping the hard drive, not that much on there, and that might work..."
"Dude, at this point, I would try anything."
"Ok, lets do it."

After I wiped the hard drive, I began re-installing all of the original programs that I had on, minus one The Game program.

"Ok, so if we happen to go back there, I would rather be prepared." I said.
"In what way are we going to be prepared?"
"Well, we got this big thing called the internet, right? so first things first, we had better start learning about how squads and such work. then move onto guns, then onto physical training. if we can start on those, plus working on other things, then if we do go back, we will at least be a little better. Also, I suggest that we go paint balling. quite frequently, actually..."
"Ok..... Well then, shall we start with squads?"
"Yeah, maybe after all of this reading we should work on improving our eyesight."
"Ha, funny..."
But it was an empty joke with an empty laugh.

We soon were bored to tears, and decided it would be best to split up the day between reading and activities. We started with agility's, running, lifting, and so on. then we continued reading, finishing about squads, and going onto guns. Once we started to get bored with that, we found a local paintball place and went there for a few hours. You would think that with all of our video game playing our hand eye coordination would be superb, but we failed miserably. At least we made some progress. When we got back to my place, we started training on long distance sighting. We looked on the internet for some programs, and somehow found some ways to improve our site. the problem with all these things is that the would take more than just a day for all of these things to set in.
When Andrew finally headed home, I could tell that he was uptight. So was I. Sometime while I was out, I managed to buy a bag of coffee, the strongest I could find. As I started drinking, something really weird started happening. I was being pulled away by a force. I couldn't fight it, and I new that I was being brought back to the world that I had been dreading so much.

As I opened my eyes, I noticed that I was back in my group. Introductions were made. I found out that both of my other partners, Smith and Johnson, were both ex-convicts.
Oh, joy! Whats next?
I quickly learned that we would have some main slots for our squad that needed to be filled. We needed a sniper, a main gunner, a detonator man, and a pyro. Also, we needed to pick a leader. It was somehow decided that I would be the sniper, that Andrew would be the pyro, that Smith would be our main gunner, and that Johnson would be our detonator man. As we headed back to the bunker, we started trying to figure out who was going to be the leader of our little group.
"Well," Johnson said, "since you two are actually here from signing up, and not from being thrown into jail, how about one of you guys?"
OH CRAP OH CRAP OH CRAP OH CRAP....
As I motioned for Andrew to come over, I started whispering to him.
"Ok, so we just need to go with this. they think we are for real, legitimate."
"No way man, they have more experience, they should be the leader."
"So you want to put a convict in charge of us? How about we just play for it?"
"You have got to be kidding me.... fine... rock, paper, scissors, SHOOT."
He had paper, I had scissors.
"Ehh crap... Fine, lets get back with them...."
"Please don't get us all killed..."
"I love you too."
Once we told Smith and Johnson I was going to be in charge, we headed for our gear. Once we had everything ready, we started our trek out, not knowing what was ahead. I hoped that it would not be something deadly. I really did not want to die. Suddenly, and thankfully, I was being pulled back. By the time I got back, it was morning, and I had somehow changed my clothes and gotten into bed.


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I have to say, this is one hell of an application.

absolutely horrible... i had finished the next chapter, didn't copy, hit reply, and it then asked me to log in. everything was deleted... and now i really don't feel like typing the entire thing up again. will post tomorrow, or later tonight.

That's why for me, I usually do things on microsoft word and copy-paste on here. (Although the draw back is that some of the characters don't translate.)

well then, i have been holding back long enough. i figure i will type up everything that i (hopefully) remember, then maybe post some more. here we go, enjoy!


Once I was up and dressed, I headed to the kitchen for some breakfast. Not surprisingly, Andrew was already there waiting for me.
"Well, then, sir, what's for today?"
"Yeah, yeah.... More of the same, for guns going into our specific topic, and for paintball going with guns that are more for our general area."
"Sounds good to me."
As we began reading, we swapped back and forth between flame throwers and snipers. Once we had our fill, we started with agilities. We once again did running, lifting, and wrestling.
"Do you really think that you will need wrestling when you are being attacked by the zerg?" Andrew asked.
"I would rather have it and not need it than need it and not have it." I replied.
"Yeah, I guess..."
Once we had finished, we started reading up more on squads. Finally we went to the paintball field, where we found semi-customable paintball guns. I chose the longer ranged one, with a slower fire rate, and Andrew chose a gun with a faster fire rate but with a short range. We actually did start improving a little by the time it was over. Once we finished, we were thoroughly covered in bruises, but we had some satisfaction of knowing that the enemy had the same amount.
Once we got back to my place, Andrew headed to his home.
"You ready?" He said.
"No.... You?"
"If the leader ain't ready, then I definitely ain't ready."
"Yeah, well, it will be coming any time now. See you soon..."
As I sat down on the couch, I could feel myself being pulled into the other world.
these things are coming sooner and sooner... I thought to myself.

I was back again, standing in the exact same position.
"Well, sir, best get moving out." Smith said, snapping me out of my revere.
Once we headed to the armory, we picked up our specialized weapons. Once we were suited up, we headed out.
"How about some target practice first." I said.
"Don't worry sir," Johnson said, "there will be plenty of zerg critters to shoot along the way."
"Hey, I thought I was in charge here."
"Uhh... You are, sir, but it was just an idea. if you want to head over..."
"No, it was a good idea... Lets go."
As we continued across the grassy field, we spotted a zergling, probably a scout. I set up my sniper and waited for a clear shot. My first one fell to the far right, scaring the zergling, making it run at us. my second one was much closer, but not quite on it yet. My final shot nicked it just barely, sending it tumbling across the plain. I fired once more just to be sure it was dead.
The next zergling we encountered was to be Gibbs. As he got closer, he allowed himself to be seen, drawing the zergling closer. When it was within a few feet, Gibbs fired up the flamethrowers, frying the zergling, and the grass around it.
"Mmmm... roasted zerg meat." Gibbs said.
"Not funny..." I replied.
"Aww, come on, not even a little."
"Not even a little." Smith said.
"You get a gold star for backing up the leader, Smith."
"I will remember that."
"Okay, lets role out."
The next little critter was to be Smith's. He simply charged at it, guns blazing, leveling it with his machine gun.
"Wow, very subtle." I said.
"Thank you, sir." he replied.
Once we were almost to camp, we found a hydralisk. This time it was Johnson's turn. He laid a nice trap of detonators down, then threw a grenade next to the hydralisk, landing in the opposite direction of where the trap was. once the grenade blew up, the hydralisk, stunned, went running right into the trap, blowing itself up in a magnificent explosion.
"oooo... ahhh... Pretty lights." Gibbs said.
"Maybe slightly overkill." I added.
"I will remember that next time, sir."
Finally we were at our destination. It was decided that we would split up. The teams would be Gibbs and I, and Johnson and Smith.
"Stay in communication, and stay near. If you need anything, call us." I said.
"Understood, sir." Johnson replied.
As we went on our way, we found a few hydralisks in a group. We decided to set up a trap for them. As Gibbs crept closer, I went to the nearest knoll to set up. Something shiny next to my position attracted my attention, when I came up to it, I noticed it was a scope.
Hmm... wonder what this is from... Probably someone who left it behind from the last patrol here
As I replaced my old one, I noticed how much lighter it was and how it had a better range.
This could definitely come in handy...
Once I set up position, and saw that Gibbs was ready, I fired my first shot, right through the skull of a hydralisk. Once they noticed where the shot came from, they started rushing towards me. I quickly fired off two more shots, one of which brought a hydralisk down, the other which nicked it, causing a slight limp. By then, they were almost to where Gibbs had set up camp. Once they came mere feet next to him, he lit up his torches, frying the zerg. the ones that did not die were killed by me, sniping them from afar.
Once we regrouped, Gibbs noticed my new toy.
"What is that from?"
As I started to tell him, My radio started squawking.
"HE~P!!! AMBU~~ED!!! TONS OF HY~~~~SK!!! WHERE A~~ YO~? IN CO~~N~~TES F-~, REP~~T, ~-4!!"
"ON OUR WAY, HOLD OUT! OVER! Lets go!"
When we came to quadrant f-4, we saw 17 hydralisks surrounding two marines, one with a machine gun blowing throw them, the other with a slightly smaller one, but chucking grenades and other explosives into the pack. As I set up camp, Gibbs charged down to help them. When he was nearly there, five hydralisks popped up behind him. I was the only one that saw them. I had to act fast. Once I was on target, I fired away, killing two before they noticed what hit them. Then Gibbs turned around, burned them, and continued on. Between the four of us, we finally managed to kill them all.
As I came over to them, I noticed that Johnson's and Smith's armor had been badly damaged.
"We need to get that fixed, as soon as possible."
"Don't worry, sir," Johnson said, "I know how to fix these up."
"Good... perhaps we should travel in a group from now on, with one or two staying a step behind." I suggested.
"Sounds good to me." they replied.
At this point, I could feel myself being drawn back into my world. When I was back, I was once again in my bed, changed. I had to figure this stuff out...

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-zerg-meat, that was just begging to be put in there-
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