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2. ME
Not much to really say about myself, iv never really been too good at talking about myself, I'm rather quiet and keep to myself, I like to get my work done quickly and accurately, if its not I feel like iv done something wrong and blame myself constantly for it all.
I love to write stories, I usually write a lot of short horror based stories rather than the longer more complexed stories. I find I can focus more and plan more of it out if its short, I can set it out and execute the story much better if it was shorter rather than taking a long time to set everything up in a longer more complexed story.

3. D-Day Snippet of my writring.
Unnatural silence falls across the solders in this small boat. The boat walls block my view of the ocean, but I can hear the waves crashing against the sides, harsh but calming. I look down to my rifle, firmly grasped in my hands, I follow the rifle with my eyes down to my green uniform, I look up for a quick second, looking at the other soldiers in my company. Most of them are American but some are Australian and some British. I look down at my own patch on my left shoulder; the small Australian flag is dirty so I wipe it, cleaning the dirt off. My attention is draw to the solder standing at the front, facing us, he’s are commanding officer. He begins to give a motivational speech but my mind wonders, thinking about my family back home, my wife and daughter. All I want is to see them again, return home in once piece.
My train of thought is lost as my commanding officer gives us all an order, take the beach. I look around as everyone adjusts their weapons in their hands, loading them. I reach into a pocket on my uniform, taking out a U-shaped metal case with 8 rounds in it. I pull the bolt on my rifle and load them in; I push the case all the way in and the bolt clicks forward with a heavy metallic clink.
For a few seconds everything is silent I hear the boat next to us stop and the heavy door falls until a hail of gunfire rains down on our location. The soldiers in the boat next to us get slaughtered, and large door at the rear of the boat protects us from the machine gun fire, but not for long. The door slowly falls down, making a large splash as it hits the shallow water of the beach. The leading soldiers lets out a battle cry before charging forward, as the other soldiers clear out I can get a clear view of the beach, barbed wire, fences, and large pillboxes at the far end of the beach on the hill.
I ready my weapon and charge forward, following the other soldiers, the machine guns on the hill chew through solders like a knife through butter.
Soldiers fall left and right, but I charge forward, aiming to reach the dunes at the base of the hill, there I could take cover. I hold my rifle in one hand and running forward, my skills as an athlete runner help me to reach the dunes.
I dive and lay down against the dunes, machine gun fire rains down on my position but the thick sand protects me. Holding my rifle close I roll onto my back, watching the other solders storm the beach. I watch as teenagers get gunned down.
I watch as boats full of people get slaughtered before they can even set foot on the beach. My ears start to ring as I watch the mayhem unfold in front of me. A soldier lies down next to me, I recognise him, and he’s a private in my company, B Company. I look over the beach once more before looking back at the private. “Where’s the commander?” I yell over the gun fire, he looks around and points to a dead body tangled in a bunch of barbed wire.
“Damn it! Who’s in charge then?” I ask, looking for any other B company soldiers on the beach.

4. “You are sir!” he says, I quickly look at him, im a Corporal, but we had a higher ranking solider in a company, I look around, and notice him on the ground, only a few meters from the dunes, his body riddled with bullets.
We lay on the dunes for a few minutes just watching soldiers get gunned down on the beach before another solder lands next to me, and another, in no time more soldiers cover the dunes, I look over the solder next to me and notice he has charges strapped to his uniform, “Solider!” I yell at him to grab his attention.
Leaning my head over the dune slightly I motion towards the trenches on the other side of the dunes, “Can you use those charges to tunnel through theses dunes and under the barbed wire?” I ask, yelling at him while motioning to the barbed wire lining the top of the Dunes.
He nodes and starts preparing the charges, “Are you crazy!” the private yells at me, I turn to face him, “You going to destroy our only cover!” he yells again.
I look around the other solders; most of them are carrying the Thompson Sub-machine-gun. “We charge the trenches; guys with Thompson’s go first; Rifles at the back.” I yell back, turning back over to watch the guy set the charges, using a long pole to push them into the dunes.
“That’s a fucking death wish!” the private says again, I turn over again to look at him, “The machine guns will not fire at friendly soldiers. Those trenches are our best bet!” I yell back, noticing a solder with a flame-thrower take cover on the dunes. I move back and slowly crawl over to the soldier, “You soldier! What’s your name?” I ask, crawling up beside the solder.
“Private Johnson sir!” he replies, yelling over those machine guns. “I want two guys covering Private Johnson as we breach the trenches!” I yell to the others, two more soldiers from Johnson’s company agrees, I crawl back over to the charges, “Are we ready to go?” I ask the soldier, he nods and moves to the side. “Everyone get ready!” I yell. Rolling over to cover my eyes as the charges are activated, the explosion makes my ears ring for a few seconds, sand flies into the air, aiding our charge.
I lay flat on my back and watch seven solders with Thompson’s charge into the trenches; I quickly follow after the last, readying my rifle and holding it tightly into my shoulder as I follow the other soldiers through the trenches. The soldiers ahead of me take care of the threats in the trenches as we move forward.
I look up at the Pillbox’s, not only are they avoiding friendly fire, the machine guns cant aim down this far. Breathing out a sigh of relief, I follow the soldiers to an opening, three soldiers run out and get gunned down my another machine emplacement, the other soldiers take cover against the wall leading into a sleeping room, three soldiers are inside, clearing it out, I take over next to one of the soldiers against the wall.

5. “What’s going on?” I ask, machine gun fire rains down on our location, but the thick wall protects us.
“Who the hell are you?” he ask, looking at me and gripping his gun close to him.
“Corporal Cole Darver!” I reply, he thinks for a second before explaining.
“There’s another machine gun on the hill, they have sand bags surrounding the gun but they are exposed.” he says I look down at my rifle and pull the bolt back slightly, making sure there’s still a round in the chamber.
“I’ll handle this.” I say, he nods and moves aside and I take cover against the wall, I lean around to get a look at the gun emplacement but gunfire forces me to hide again. Thinking for a second I kneel down, drawing my knife, it’s a large Bowie knife I used for hunting back in Australia.
Being like brand knew I use the shiny blade to see around the corner, I notice a flaw in the gun placement, the gunner’s heads exposed. I holster my knife and ready my rifle, I move back and lay down, angling my body so it’s covered by the wall. I shift slightly to the side, poking my rifle around the corner and propping it on my elbow as I take aim.
The gunners are occupied with soldiers on the beach, I adjust my aim and slow my breathing, taking a slow breath in and holding it to steady my aim. I wait for a few seconds, my sight trained on the gunners head before pulling the trigger, I hear a faint tink as the bullet hits the gunners helmet, but he falls, dragging the gun with him and firing into the air as he falls over. “That’s it! Storm those pillboxes!” I yell and stand, charging with the other solders up the hill, flanking the pillboxes.
Other solders that followed in our footsteps from the beach join us in the charge. I enter the trenches joined to the pillboxes and clear it out, letting Johnson enter; he walks towards the doorway of the pillboxes and covers the door way in flames before moving around and eventually filling the room inside with flames.
I stand behind him and give him covering fire from the attacking Nazi’s coming from the other pillbox; I notice another soldier with a flame-thrower entering the trenches with some more allied soldiers and begin clearing out the other Pillbox. Two down one to go.
I slowly make my way over, grabbing a steel head grenade off a dead German soldier and throwing it into the pillbox doorway, crouching down and aiming towards the door, shooting Germans as they try to escape the grenade. I take out three soldiers and my gun runs empty, the metal case that holds the bullets ejects from the weapon, making a metallic sound as it does so. I notice a German soldier exit the box and raise his weapon at me; I know this is it, im dead. The German soldier pulls the trigger, shooting the private from my company as he drops into the trenches beside me, but as he drags his weapon to shoot me, it jams, throwing my weapon to the side I draw my Bowie knife and charge him, he does the same, drawing a small knife issued to all soldiers as a last resort self-defence weapon.

6. He swings and I duck under his arm, slicing at his leg, there is hardly any resistance as the blade passes through his leg, he stumbles and tries to swing again, I grab his arm this time, thrusting my knife up and through his mouth, the blade doesn’t go far enough to kill him, but he steps back when I pull the knife out. He grabs at his jaw, trying to stop the bleeding, he drops to his knees and looks up at me, spinning the knife around in my hand, I thrust the blade into his eye, his hands drop and I watch the blood trying to escape through the wound, I slowly twist the blade in his eye before pulling it out and kicking him over.
I watch the blood drip from the large knife for a few seconds before kneel down and wiping the blood off on the dead Germans uniform. Standing and holstering my knife, I look around and watching as the other soldiers finish off the remaining German soldiers. I walk over and pick up my rifle again, loading a new set of rounds into it, pushing the bolt slightly to make it slide forward. I climb over the trenches edge and watch as allied forces charge forward, taking over the hill. I look to my left and to my right, the other soldiers I met before standing behind me in the trenches. Returning my gaze forward at the allied soldiers I raise my hand with my rifle in it, victory, we stormed the beach and took the hill, the others climb up and join me in victory.

7. The Forest
I walk to the door and try the door handle; the handle simply falls out of the door and it slowly swings open, I shrug slightly and drop the handle on the floor before stepping into the cabin. I shine the flashlight around the small kitchen I walked into; it looks like whoever lived here was in the middle of barricading the cabin but was interrupted. I try the door handle and open the door to the main room. I walk in and shine my light around, a couch and table has been pushed against the front door, I look around the room and see off to the side a bedroom with a 3 boards covering the door, it looks like someone barricaded the door with someone inside. I walk over to it and look at the floor, the floor boards are colour differently here, I kneel down to look closer and realise that its blood on the floor. I stand again and follow the blood trail with my flashlight; it splits in the middle of the room, one trail leads back into the kitchen, and the other leads to a set of stairs heading down. I turn back to the door and look it up and down, it looks like there’s scratch marks at the bottom of the door, I look back up at the boards nailed to the doorframe and look down at my axe.
I place the end of the flashlight in my mouth and look at the door, I grip the axe with both hands and swing, the first board slits in two but at axe gets stuck in the second board, I pull it free and swing again, the axe splits through the last two boards, I swing the axe again and lodge it in the wood wall, I grab the broken pieces of board and pull what’s left off the doorframe and throw them to the side. I take the flashlight out of my mouth and the axe out of the wall. I slowly turn the handle of the door and pull it open. I shine the flashlight inside before stepping in, I look at the bed and see two children laying in each other arms on the bed, even from the door I can see how pale their skin is. I shake my head slightly as I step back out and slowly close the door.
I put my back against the door and sign, it seems like only yesterday that I lost my wife and son in a car accident, even though that was five years ago. I sign once more before pushing off the door and walking into the middle of the room and look around. I follow the blood trail with my light again, I look at the stairs that looks like it leads down into a basement. I decide to venture down there.

8. I stand at the top of the stairs and look down; it seems darker than normal down there, the flashlight barely penetrating the dark. Each step I take slowly until I reach the bottom, I see a light switch on the wall and decide to flick it up, to my surprise a small light at the end over a mirror turns on. Slowly I walk over to broken mirror, I rest the flashlight next to the small sink below it and I rest axe against the wall next to the mirror. I look back up at myself in the mirror, I sigh slightly as I look into my own reflections, realizing how exhausted I am, running from those demons, I look down at the tap and turn it on, I watch water trickle from the nozzle, I rest my hands under the water and splash my face with the water.
Looking back up at the mirror I scowl at myself, how could I lose the girl? I clench my hand into a fist before punching the mirror, breaking it even more, I look down at my now bleeding hand, I shake my head slightly and check under the sink for some bandages, I find a small box with some in it. I stand back up and look at myself in the mirror once more before returning my attention to my hand and bandaging it. I take a deep breath and hear a scream behind me, I turn and look at the wooden door behind me, I take a step closer and hear a woman screaming for help. I run over to the door and try to open it but it doesn’t budge, I run over and grab the axe before running back over to the door, “Step away from the door!”
I lift the axe up and swing it into the door, it gets stuck in the door but I easily pull it free. I swing again, splitting most of the door, I look in but can’t see anything, it’s too dark. I hear her screaming again, this time she’s screaming for her kids, Timmy and Tina. I pull back and swing again into the door, slipping it in two; I pull the broken pieces of door off the frame and run for my flashlight, but as I return with the light I see half a body sitting, supporting herself with her hands, I take a step back as she lifts her head and screams again, I watch blood trickle from her eyes, I grab the axe with both hands and swing it into the woman’s head, her scream slowly get quieter until it stops,

9. Usually in my spare time I play a lot of video games, like a lot of video games, usually from the time I get home to the time I go to bed, usually I play a lot of shooter games but I play a few more story driven games that do as well spark inspiration for my writing. Some more story driven games such as The Last Of Us (top left) have inspired a few stories of mine, others like Half Life (bottom right) was one of the first games I ever played and what got me into gaming. Others like Dying Light (top right) and Portal 2 (bottom left) I play for fun and in Portals case, the extremely fun puzzles.

10. Another pass time of mine is photography, I enjoy taking and editing photos often, even though I failed my photography class in year 11 I still take photos and am still working on my skills. I usually take photos of animals or close ups of people, I like to edit them so everything's black and white apart form the eyes or even colourful items of clothing, where I apply a vibrant colour filter to them.

11. I sometimes take screenshots inside video games and editing them to look better, sometimes its easy in the case of Dying Light (top right and left), the games beautiful enough on its own, but some other games take a little time to set up shots and post production editing but in the end it looks amazing none the less. (Bottom left and right)

14. Every now and again ill record gameplay of my games while talking to friends or by myself even, just to record and edit then upload to youtube, usually its only funny moments and rarely exceed more than 15 minutes but I try to make them as funny as possible from hours of footage. Warning: explicit language.
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