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Here it comes An illustrated action sequence from pages 125-127 of Dreamer, and a nearly 5 year follow-up remake of Dronestorm where Larry is kicking some drone @**!

If you're interested, read the story excerpt posted below!

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    He needed instant cover…no, he needed an escape. Miraculously, he had reached stairs without harm. He crossed the catwalk balcony, and found a power line running twenty feet above the ground, just inches over from the fence. Larry reached at his back and pulled out his double-clawed long-staff. It was foldable, so he used it to clamp onto the wire, glide down, and swing himself over the KEEP OUT fence, into the forbidden zone. That felt comfortable… And he ran deeper inside to avoid the fire.

    Kept going and then the fence disappeared. Now he was on a gray, desolate plateau alongside a white, pinprick-sharp mountain range. The sky was a mixture of dark green and black. It was dead silent. The temperature felt like it dropped from forty degrees down to zero. And at the edge of the plateau was a black triangle on a stick. Larry kept walking…slowly…

    It was a yellow sign…with an exclamation mark. Nothing…but an exclamation mark.

    A whine punched through Larry’s ears…the high-pitch scared Larry off balance. Out from high in the sky, four distant silver ellipses began swerving towards him, each with four curved spikes and a giant red eye in the middle. Drones!

    They looked like they were coming from a mile away, and just in a blink of an eye, a curved spike comes searing towards Larry’s eyes.

    Larry performed a nosedive, watching a second drone slice under him, two of the spikes splitting ripples in the rock ground beneath him. Larry landed roughly and got a face-shield of dust. Wiped it off. Now he was in a push-up position…and momentarily lost track. Did a third drone just go over him?

    He sloppily managed to get to his feet. His whole head was burning just knowing that it could be hacked off from a high-speed drone traveling virtually from any direction. So what did he do?

    He crouched behind the sign for cover.

    One of the drones decapitated the triangle head of the sign, flying right over Larry’s head. Just in time, Larry pulled out the special pistol he picked up at the temple. Faulty weapon had a four-second lock-on feature.

    The drone swerved around one-eighty degrees like a racetrack. Its eye lit up.

    Gritting teeth, Larry bolted away from the sign as fast as he could before a red beam of hell blew it up, nearly incinerating his back with spine and calf-melting heat. The fourth drone fired it as it hovered gently in the distance.

    Somewhere in the madness came the concentration to hold the gun steady. Larry aimed it at the fourth drone and the gun managed to lock on. Yet before he fired, another drone meddled into the path, staring Larry dead-on from just inches away.

    Then a loud whirring motor and a squeal from behind…

    Larry forced himself into a barrel roll, and he sworn he felt something whoosh under him. But as he rolled onto his back, he stared in horror at the glowing red orb eyeing him down.

     But the spike gun was set. Larry pushed the trigger, forcing a sharpened piece of metal through the glass eye, shattering it. The ellipse of the body frame dissembled…showing some wires and circuitry, while some large chains popped out of place. The machine was dead.

    Larry stood up at once, grabbing the chains as handles and reeling the drone like a wrecking ball...into a speeding neighboring drone, decomposing it as sharpened scraps of shrapnel shattered in the air, while the hovering skeleton of wires and circuitry burst into an armada of bright white sparks. And finally, a puff of fire, followed by one devastating explosion.

Description
Here it comes An illustrated action sequence from pages 125-127 of Dreamer, and a nearly 5 year follow-up remake of Dronestorm where Larry is kicking some drone @**!

If you're interested, read the story excerpt posted below!

______________________________________

    He needed instant cover…no, he needed an escape. Miraculously, he had reached stairs without harm. He crossed the catwalk balcony, and found a power line running twenty feet above the ground, just inches over from the fence. Larry reached at his back and pulled out his double-clawed long-staff. It was foldable, so he used it to clamp onto the wire, glide down, and swing himself over the KEEP OUT fence, into the forbidden zone. That felt comfortable… And he ran deeper inside to avoid the fire.

    Kept going and then the fence disappeared. Now he was on a gray, desolate plateau alongside a white, pinprick-sharp mountain range. The sky was a mixture of dark green and black. It was dead silent. The temperature felt like it dropped from forty degrees down to zero. And at the edge of the plateau was a black triangle on a stick. Larry kept walking…slowly…

    It was a yellow sign…with an exclamation mark. Nothing…but an exclamation mark.

    A whine punched through Larry’s ears…the high-pitch scared Larry off balance. Out from high in the sky, four distant silver ellipses began swerving towards him, each with four curved spikes and a giant red eye in the middle. Drones!

    They looked like they were coming from a mile away, and just in a blink of an eye, a curved spike comes searing towards Larry’s eyes.

    Larry performed a nosedive, watching a second drone slice under him, two of the spikes splitting ripples in the rock ground beneath him. Larry landed roughly and got a face-shield of dust. Wiped it off. Now he was in a push-up position…and momentarily lost track. Did a third drone just go over him?

    He sloppily managed to get to his feet. His whole head was burning just knowing that it could be hacked off from a high-speed drone traveling virtually from any direction. So what did he do?

    He crouched behind the sign for cover.

    One of the drones decapitated the triangle head of the sign, flying right over Larry’s head. Just in time, Larry pulled out the special pistol he picked up at the temple. Faulty weapon had a four-second lock-on feature.

    The drone swerved around one-eighty degrees like a racetrack. Its eye lit up.

    Gritting teeth, Larry bolted away from the sign as fast as he could before a red beam of hell blew it up, nearly incinerating his back with spine and calf-melting heat. The fourth drone fired it as it hovered gently in the distance.

    Somewhere in the madness came the concentration to hold the gun steady. Larry aimed it at the fourth drone and the gun managed to lock on. Yet before he fired, another drone meddled into the path, staring Larry dead-on from just inches away.

    Then a loud whirring motor and a squeal from behind…

    Larry forced himself into a barrel roll, and he sworn he felt something whoosh under him. But as he rolled onto his back, he stared in horror at the glowing red orb eyeing him down.

     But the spike gun was set. Larry pushed the trigger, forcing a sharpened piece of metal through the glass eye, shattering it. The ellipse of the body frame dissembled…showing some wires and circuitry, while some large chains popped out of place. The machine was dead.

    Larry stood up at once, grabbing the chains as handles and reeling the drone like a wrecking ball...into a speeding neighboring drone, decomposing it as sharpened scraps of shrapnel shattered in the air, while the hovering skeleton of wires and circuitry burst into an armada of bright white sparks. And finally, a puff of fire, followed by one devastating explosion.