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PostPosted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 12:44 am 
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Yeah, time I got out the old memories and reinstalled the retail copy of our beloved game... *Sigh* anyway, please enjoy this.
I have written this in a way that doesn't drag out the story for too long, so parts of it may seem undescriptive while others seem very descriptive, please bear with me as I'm still learning how to be a good Author ^^

Okay, this is a Fiction based on the Storyline of Jurassic Park: Trespasser.
However, I cannot follow the restrictions of the game engine, so our Heroine Anne, does some pretty neat and realistic stuff, including dual wielding some of our favorite weapons since I don’t have to break her arm for the game’s sake.
Enjoy. Each chapter is a part of an individual level, starting from the Beach and onwards.


The Beach

Cool water washed over the woman’s face.
She woke with a start and spat out a mouthful of salty seawater.
Wiping her mouth on her arm she groaned, “My head…”
Then she saw the tail section of a plane, the blue stripe and the registered identifier painted in black.

“Oh god… Marquez? Esta Ali? Are you there?”

No reply.

“Not good… they were shouting when we started to go down… trying to level us out” she whispered, remembering how she had rushed to the bathroom to throw up in the dive.

Pushing herself up, Anne gazed at her surroundings. Palm trees and Canopies behind her and the vast ocean in front, ahead of her was a rocky island obstructing her view of the land behind it.
Shaking her head, Anne searched the beach for her Pilot and Co-Pilot.
She found no sign of them what so ever. Maybe they moved further inland… she hoped.

Turning to her left, she saw a path leading away from the beach, step-like boulders practically made a stair case for her to climb up there.
She stretched her arms before starting the climb, it wasn’t as hard as she had expected it but it was still no walk in the park.

Finally she hauled herself up onto the sandy path, and struggled to stand.
Looking further ahead, she spotted concrete blocks at least two times her size with rusted steel rods jutting up from the tops of most of them.

“A foundation maybe?” she asked no one in particular as she traveled through the forest of construction debris.

Anne caught sight of a dirt road ahead and sighed with relief.
“Let’s see where this goes. I’m bound to find someone sooner or later”

Her spirits high, Anne took the dirt road. A rotting timber fence seemed to materialize out of thin air. Though Anne knew it was a trick of the heat.
She approached the Fence and stopped. The gate was shut.

Anne tried to open it, but to no avail, the gate was stuck fast.
“Damn… don’t they oil the hinges?”
Leaning back Anne tensed the muscles in her right shoulder before ramming the gate.
With a groan the hinges snapped and the door fell down with Anne following it to the ground.
“Oof!”
Grunting from the effort, Anne pushed herself up and brushed the dirt off of her white top.
Taking a quick look at the new area, she noticed a crate with guns lying on top of it.

“Odd… why would you leave guns out in this area?”

She approached the crate and examined the firearms.
Two Smith and Wesson revolvers, A Desert-Eagle and a Spas-12 combat shotgun.
Anne lifted one of the revolvers up and aimed it at a paint can sitting on a concrete fence about four meters away.
She took careful aim then pulled the trigger.
There was a loud bang and Anne’s hand kicked back with the startling force of the weapons recoil. A loud pinging sound emitted from the paint can and Anne noticed a small hole in the front.

“Good shot…”

She pushed the Revolver into her belt and turned to leave. She stopped and took the Desert-Eagle as well.

“If anyone asks, I’ll just say I took them incase I needed them…”

Anne continued down the road to another fence much like the last one. This time even when she rammed the gate it didn’t budge.
She turned around and searched for another way to the next area, and spotted a box sitting on top of a crate that was leaning on the fence.

Anne pulled the Pine box down and used it to get onto the darker, heavier crate.
Finally she vaulted over the fence and landed on a patch of sand on the other side.

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PostPosted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 12:55 am 
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The Beach – Memoirs

As Anne followed the dirt path, she encountered more and more abandoned objects, mostly crates and a baseball bat, with the occasional oil drum thrown in here or there.
What spooked her out the most was an abandoned ute, the tires were missing and all of the glass windows had shattered, the metal had rusted making the logo on one of the doors impossible to read.
Anne turned away and continued down the road until she spotted a billboard.

“Oh good, maybe it can tell me where I am”

She picked up her pace as the birds and insects made their usual racket, which formed the sound of a Jungle.

As Anne drew near she gasped. Painted in bug blue letters on the Bill Board was the name:

InGen
International Genetic Technologies

“Wait… isn’t that the company from the dinosaur trial? What was that guys name- John Hammond…”
She stood there slowly working things out, snippets of the John Hammond memoirs played out in her head.
“Oh god! This is Site-B…”

Anne turned around, and continued down the path, her head spinning as more of the memoirs came back to her.
Ahead was a truck crashed on some boulders that lead off the road, Anne continued to follow the road, hoping she might catch her Pilots if they were still alive.

The road started to rise, forcing Anne to climb the rough terrain.

“Is it true? Did that crazy old guy actually make dinosaurs?” she asked herself as she climbed, unaware of the eyes that watched her from the palm trees above…

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PostPosted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 1:04 pm 
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I look forward to seeing more of this! Make a note to send me the final copy when it's done! TKDJPFAN@Yahoo.com
Keep up the great work!

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PostPosted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 12:33 am 
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:o Wow, this has to be #1 of all of the Trespasser Fanfictions ive seen (There are more then you may think) Anyways, congrats on making such an awesome fanfiction send me the complete copy when you're done! Kaamanden@gmail.com


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PostPosted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 1:47 am 
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I'm glad you think so :D

The Beach – Encounter

The ground trembled beneath Anne’s feet, and she stopped.

“What was that?”

She spun around, searching for the cause of the tremor.
But she saw nothing, and the tremors had stopped.

Continuing along the dirt road, the palm trees and other flora thinned out, and she saw something that sent chills down her spine.

A massive dinosaur stripped a branch of its leaves and chewed slowly.

“My god… he really did it…” Anne whispered as she leaned forward as far as she dared.

The long necked dinosaur continued to graze, it’s dull brown scales blended into a lighter cream color from its spine to its belly.
A short tail in comparison to its neck balanced the huge animal out.

The ground shook with every step it took. And Anne realized there were more.
Two more of the long necked dinosaurs stomped into view. A smaller one, which seemed to be a juvenile accompanied by an older, and much bigger, adult.

Anne was so busy taking in the sight she didn’t notice the flash of orange tear past her on the ledge two meters behind and above.

Finally Anne managed to take her eyes off the magnificent creatures and continued to follow the dirt path, occasionally checking to see if the dinosaurs were still there.

Anne encountered two ditches, which she easily pulled herself out of on the other side, before arriving at a much more open area filled with boulders and sand.

“They're probably out drinking right now... Anne? Anne who?”

She walked around a large boulder, and saw another abandoned Ute.
A Desert-Eagle sat on the leather seat and an oak baseball bat lay in the sand nearby.

Ignoring the vehicle Anne continued towards a ramp, which had rotted over the years and was now unusable by vehicles, not that it mattered to her.

She had started to haul herself up onto the seesaw ramp when she heard a snarl from behind her.

Slowly turning her head, Anne looked at the cause of the sound.

A small orange dinosaur stood there on two legs, two arms equipped with three sharp claws on each hand were held to its chest. A stiff, long tail balanced the dinosaur out. But what grabbed Anne’s direct attention were the razor-sharp-needle-like teeth that filled its mouth as it sneered at her.

Anne’s lower lip quivered, as she stood there, frozen by the dinosaurs glare.
Then it leapt at her, Anne reached down and drew the revolver from her belt, raised the gun up and fired it once with her eyes closed.

There was a thud and then silence followed.

Anne opened her eyes slightly and saw the dinosaur lying in a pool of blood; it’s right leg twitching.
A bullet hole was clearly visible in the animal’s chest.

“I did that… I killed it… You know… this might not be too hard to do… I can actually do this,” she said to herself. Her confidence had sky rocketed.

Checking the revolver she sighed, “Only three rounds left”
Instead of drawing out her Desert-Eagle she held onto the revolver firmly and climbed the ramp.

Finally after getting many splinters in her left hand and managing to roll onto the ledge Anne took a moment to rest. She had been climbing on nothing but adrenaline and she now realized that she was exhausted.

One to me, none to the dinosaurs, she thought rather sarcastically.

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PostPosted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 11:41 pm 
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I haven't read it yet...i'd rather wait until it's finished :mrgreen: Though I do have one suggestion that you may want to change it to a first person perspective...as in using I instead of Anne or The Woman. I only suggest this because it keeps with the feeling of the game. YOU are isolated on an island, all by yourself. Just a thought.


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PostPosted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 5:32 am 
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a thought I also had, but I'm better at writing from an outsiders view than first person... I just can't do as well as I can in 3rd person ^^;

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PostPosted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 4:25 am 
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Fair enough...it may be something I try to tackle. I just started my junior year in college and I'm going to major in English Creative Writing so it may be a fun excercise


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PostPosted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 10:34 pm 
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Sounds good. Ah, life is very amazing when the creative juices are flowing.

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PostPosted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 11:18 pm 
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Jeez.. I'm missing a buttload of comma's XD Goes to show you that you improve over time and practise eh?

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