New Metro Last Light Trailer & Giveaway
 

THQ has for the first time publicly released the extended gameplay demo for Metro Last Light shown at E3 last month. It's a 13 minute video, but well worth your time.

But that's not all! THQ has provided us with several Metro Last Light prize packs. The packs include a t-shirt, a poster, and one of these cool gas masks, complete with carrying case and replacement filters.


To enter the giveaway just post in this thread the first line from your post-apocalyptic story. That's all. Winners will be chosen by random number generator.

Eligibility requirements:

- You must be a community member in good standing as of noon today.

- You must live in the continental United States.

- You must have a postal address to which the prizes can be sent.

Entries close promptly at noon on Thursday, July 19.

It didn't have to be this way. The warning signs were there, and the people cried out in rejection. Apple just couldn't be stopped.

Hoping I win. I really want that sex mask. I mean prize sex. I mean....I want to win.

How is it that it's been 20 years since the last car drove down this road, and yet everything still smells like gasoline?

I love a good post-apocalyptic story

No one really knows it, but it all began with one man. One man with more ambition than any one man should have.

Contaminated horse meat for dinner again.
Only open to US, but that's my opener anyway ;)

I just grabbed the first game during yesterday's Steam sale. I'll have to find time to play through it before this one comes out.

According to the old timers, people used to keep dogs as pets... Although they also say that dogs used to have only two eyes, so you can't really take them seriously.

Cucurbita Pepo, the mutant Zuchini Queen, held the iron blade high over President George Bush III's head. "Swear fealty to the Courgette Empire, and I will let the remnants of your pathetic civilization live!" she booms.

"Not today!" shouted the President, detonating the nuclear Roundup device hidden in his crotch.

Edit: Yes, that's how my story opens.

I'm not sure if I'm considered in good standing in the community. I think there was some bylaw where you had to provide a certain number of "cleveland steamers" but I'm not sure if I met the yearly quota yet. Gonna be a long couple of days to get this done by Thursday.

A little more than a line, but there you go.

Oh wait, I'm not in the US. Oh well.

They never thought we would do it. I was there on the front lines when they invaded our shores, hunkered down in the grit of sand fighting to live. It's as if I had horse-blinders blocking my view from the world around me, except for that single damned man running up the beach. Then it happened, everything turned white all along the ocean.

US only... Booooooooooooooo :(

Everyone remembers where they were when the bombs started to dropped. Some watched the news, some held their loved ones and even more ran for perceived safety. Me? I just continued to masturbate.

I want that gas mask like WOAH. All of my Pyro fan fiction would be much better written from within the confines of the mask itself.

Waking up it's like looking at a huge game over screen. Games have always shown what the end of the world would be like but nothing could be further from the truth. Looking around at what's left of the city I have grown to love over the last ten years I wish I could hit a reset button....

Yeah not a writer, but I like the idea!

I don't want to set the world on fire. I just want to start a flame in your heart.

EDIT: To better stay within the guidelines of the rules.

Cern Scientist: "Well son of a bitch, those nut jobs were right."

In a galaxy long long ago and far far away ....

As a child I would watch post apocalyptic movies with my father from time to time. In each and every one of them they lied to me just a little bit, or a lot. Do you want to know what the lie was? Do you want to know what they were hiding from me? The apocalypse is actually quite fun... for a person who would rather be alone anyways.


At the very least I could use this on "Baked beans for dinner night."

Or I could give it to my wife and I could stop showering for awhile.

Doh, forgot my first line(s).

For my first line:

I loved poetry growing up. I could sit for days on end in the shade of our great oak tree during the hot Oklahoma summer reading every poem I could get from our run down little library. I remember one of my favorite poems started with "Some said the earth would end in fire. Some say in ice...." I can't help but smirk as that line crosses my lips. Not that reciting those words transports me back to some happier time or place of my youth. No. I simply wonder that had he known how the world would actually end, would he have bothered to put pen to paper to describe it.

They came all at once, one for each human man woman and child; no longer extra dimensional and unless you knew your terrifying, poly-mouthed, counterpart's name, you faced immediate annihilation.