/arena/ - Arena FPS General

October patch any day now

A place to discuss all of your favorite old-school and modern arena shooters such as Quake Live, Quake Champions, Unreal Tournament, Reflex, etc.

Pastebin with download links for FREE GAMES: pastebin.com/NzQifF9b

>Tutorials
youtube.com/watch?v=SlCRfTmBSGs
youtube.com/watch?v=pLmuRRm1Bag&list=PLxP7tvMqaXzDjw7OYYIEbplCdZOaHLFPg
youtube.com/watch?v=f8CP1oSy_-o
youtube.com/watch?v=QRe3g65S4Zs&list=PLgbx1wWCtM2DYy26yCLbtY6A0XRiSEM3u&index=1
youtube.com/watch?v=n2tdDZWSGy4
youtube.com/watch?v=dkED2PSrl1c

>(Incomplete) QC custom weapon skin showcase:
my.mixtape.moe/wrrdkk.webm

>List of /arena/ fags willing to play QC
docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1w_r9pS_mV3vAZXwJmb5gM5LB2km77pkAx9s0aGFDxR0/

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>Tim crossed his arms behind his head and laid back on his office chair. It was definitely annoying to always be the last person to leave the office every day, but this was the only way he could ensure development in Quake Champions would never go forward. He had been deleting the daily work of his subordinates for months now, and wasn't about to stop anytime soon.
>His momentary rest was interrupted by the startling realization of a fact: he had forgotten to scour the Saber Interactive GitHub account for any new code commits that day. "Phew - That was a close one.", he thought to himself. Their daily work was almost allowed to get through unscathed! "Prepare to be deleeeted", Tim mumbled in his best Clutch imitation, chuckling to himself and selecting a recent, large file simply named "newnetcode.cpp".
>The whole process had always aroused him. He already had let his pants and underwear down to his ankles, and was sitting on his chair completely naked, like a gross bald mongoloid. His erection was about to burst, in all likelihood the biggest and most engorged his 3-inch micropenis had ever been.
>"Alright, tiger. Time to show 'em why they call you Tim Spills-it". The actual reason for that in-company moniker was his constant roaming of the id offices with a pair of very obviously cum-stained pants, and not his raw sexual prowess, as he liked to think.
>However, just before he could start that evening's masturbation session, a portal emanating blue light appeared out of thin air, its intense glow illuminating the environment. He couldn't believe it. "Am I hallucinating? N-no...Carmack you autist, is this some sort of long distance VR curse!?", he nervously complained to nobody in particular. Whatever the reason for it being there, there it was, right before his eyes: an actual, real life, honest-to-goodness Deudly Slipgate.

1/5

>"This must mean I get three wishes -", thought Tim. Can I just ask for my hair back three times? Before he could further ponder his situation, a pale, smelly rollerskating woman jumped out of the Slipgate and graciously landed right in front of him. He screamed and rolled his chair back a good ten feet from where he originally was, instantly breaking into a cold sweat.
>"Y-you're not supposed to be here! Please, tell the Elder Gods this isn't my fault... I've been deleting all the code like they asked me to!", Tim stammered. This was probably the end for him. He must have let an actual update to the game slip by at some point, and now the combatants of the Arena Eternal were managing to escape the Elder Gods' grasp and return to their home dimensions.
>"Relax, baldy -", the roller girl said soothingly. I'm here to have some fun with you. She began to seductively take her pants off. This made Tim even more nervous, as he was a homosexual and deathly afraid of female genitalia. "This is the punishment for my oversight.", he thought. "The Elder Gods sent her to torture me with all sorts of disgusting heterosexual practices".
>But the biggest surprise of the evening was yet to be unveiled. Tim couldn't believe his eyes. Out of her underwear came out the biggest, thickest, veiniest, most horse-like penis he had ever seen. It was already fully erect, and seemed to easily measure over a foot long, and was as thick as a baseball bat. The musky smell of her slick, shiny glans nearly drove Tim to orgasm right then and there, but he miraculously managed to take a hold of himself. In a daze he mumbled:
>"Alright babe. Flip me like a goddamn table." Tim was already in all fours and ready for penetration. This was a rocket unlike any other - A rocket he desperately wanted to register, a direct hit on the depths of his Grisly Grotto.

2/5

>Just as Tim deliriously turned his back to the woman, the room shook and a loud noise echoed through. The wall had been brought down, and an even worse smell could be sensed. Tim thought he recognized the silhouette amidst the kicked-up dust. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me!", he mouthed off, angrily getting off the ground and pulling his pants up.
>"GUESS WHO'S BACK TO DEAL A WHOOPING!?", the mysterious man asked menacingly. Tim tried to get away, but it was too late - He had been encircled by the woman's Plasma Trail ability when he wasn't looking, and trying to leave through it would mean his certain death. Before he could even think of what to say, the trail itself seemed to detonate at the woman's command. Tim was utterly stunned and fell on the ground belly up, his clothes singed, his head in a spin. He was bleeding profusely from his nose, mouth and ears.
>"Open wide and take your medicine!", she taunted. With the trained motion of a bladed foot, she slit open Tim's abdomen. He could feel his guts being exposed and the blood quickly leaving his body.
>"It can't end like this -", Tim thought. As a dyed-in-the-wool Texan, Tim always had a piece nearby. There's no way he was going down without a fight. As his fetid assailants taunted him, he reached for a secret compartment below a plank and surreptitiously produced a double-barreled shotgun, his home defense pride and joy.
>The first shot caught the woman by surprise, but its effect seemed tepid at best. A singular "6" popped by the woman's head, which, for some reason, seemed like a small number for the range they were at. "I really am hallucinating!", Tim thought. He turned his attention to the man, which, he could now notice, looked like some sort of hobo adorned with green EL wires. He was obviously heavily drugged with something, and seemed to have been furiously masturbating for a while.

y'all got anymore of them comics?

Check back in a few days. The stuff in the last thread was just a preview

>Tim's consciousness was fading, but he could still muster the strength to fire a couple of shots at the man. There he stood, still stroking his penis, until he broke into a weird side-to-side jig, leaning heavily towards each side, and the shots seemed to completely miss him. "This is bullsh..." - before he could complete his thought, he was interrupted by the man's angry screaming.
>"EAT MY BALLS, BRO!", the hobo yelled, shooting a glowing green load right on Tim's open abdominal wound. Tim seemed to gain a bit of consciousness back and momentarily revitalize himself on account of his arousal at the situation. He managed to sit up. There was obviously something wrong with this man's jism, it seemed mutated due to constant abuse of whatever drug it was he was taking - and trust me, if there's an expert on male cum on the face of this Earth, it's Tim fucking Willits. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the rollerblading woman, slaloming between office chairs, speeding up towards him. He saw her gigantic flopping cock, and instinctively opened his mouth wide to receive it.
>"Time for the grand finale!" she suddenly announced, and much to Tim's dismay, she stopped her movement just a bit before reaching his face. Her swinging dick's momentum transformed it into a club of sorts, and it hit Tim square in the temple. The impact seemed to result in an orgasm for the woman, as she started shooting thick, ropey strings of semen everywhere. Tim seemed to undergo an auditory hallucination as his consciousness faded: "Humiliation!", he heard someone say in a very deep voice. As it all faded to black, Tim felt something changing in him. The hobo's glowing green baby batter seemed to corrupt him, modify him, pervert his biology into something else. Tim felt his skin dry and harden, and passed out.

4/5

>His two assailants picked his body up and took it with them through the Slipgate. Their mission was complete. They had procured the Elder Gods' newest plaything, and the pieces were already moving to ensure Quake Champions would continue not receiving any meaningful updates. They had heard rumors of Visor paying a coercive "visit" to some sort of Russian developers related to the project. They weren't sure.
>Now in the Arena Eternal, they dropped Tim off in a damp alcove, deep into a swampy bog. They left the same way they ambushed Tim, through a Slipgate. Weeks passed, and Tim slowly regained conscience. His body was changed. He now had scaly skin and overgrown talons. He moved with a lurch, and seemed to constantly feel the burn of a looming acid reflux. He wasn't even sure he was a "he" anymore. Looking into a foggy puddle, the man formerly known as Tim Willits saw his new reptilian visage through yellow slitted eyes.
>He seemed to already have knowledge of his new identity infused into his mind by the Elder Gods. His indignation at the recent events seemed to slowly fade. "Anger released. Sorlag not so mad.", he said to himself, picking up a nearby rocket launcher, intent on leaving that place.

5/5

That was fucking amazing user

KEK
better than the in-game lore scrolls