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6/24/2016 1:25:57 AM
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"Yeah, it's just up my ass and around the bend- NO, OF COURSE NOT! DON'T YOU THINK I WOULD BE USING IT IF I DID?!"
Ok, probably not the most productive use of breath, but gimme a break: where before there was only one of the damn things, now there were [i]three[/i]. I think I was entitled to a little bit of panic-induced hyper-sarcasm.
In any case, we were rapidly running in the opposite direction, while my savior fired at the things to keep them at bay. My only hope was that we would get to safety soon, before any of them actually grew a pair and just charged us.
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Edited by Tamedfrog: 6/24/2016 1:20:23 PM[i]For each of those things that was killed, two more seemed to come. One even manages to almost reach out and scratch Xavier and his glasses off before getting obliterated by his sidearm.[/i] "Is there seriously no end to those things?" [spoiler]Edit: Tyranid or Daemon?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Daemons. You know, chanting, abomination against reality, too horrifying to comprehend?"[/spoiler] "Which way?!" I yelled frantically, having just come across a cross roads.
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[spoiler]Wut?[/spoiler] "I dunno, to the right?!" [i]They start to get less manageable.[/i]
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[spoiler]Look back at the opener real quick. The first one was a daemon. You know, creature from the Warp, minion of Chaos?[/spoiler] "Whatever you say!" I responded, bolting down the the corridor.
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[i]Xavier fires off a few more shots before he starts running. Hopefully, they aren't catching... Up... Well, they are running faster than he expected.[/i]
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[i]Shitshitshitshitshit![/i] "I really hope you've got a plan to get us out of here!"
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[i]You notice that he pulls out a weird device of sorts. It seemed to radiate with some sort of purple energy.[/i] "Brace yourself..." [i]Xavier's glasses crack a little bit.[/i]
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[i]Thank God for shit vision and thick lenses[/i], I thought. "Please tell me that's a teleporter."
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"This may take up most of my energy, so when we get through all of this, you'd better help me." [i]Xavier's hands start to generate a huge ball of Psionic energy. He releases it, constructing a sort of purple black hole in front.[/i]
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Edited by Kell in a Cell: 6/25/2016 12:06:28 AM"I think I own you at least that much, man."
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"Shut up and get in the hole." [i]Xavier pushes him into the black hole.[/i]
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I tumbled through, surprised by the shove, somewhat less so than the change in mood. He was probably tired of me screaming my head off. Standing up, I took a look around, taking in my new surroundings.
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Edited by Tamedfrog: 6/25/2016 12:20:59 AM[i]You stand in a hallway of multiple rooms. You can't really tell what they are, but at least you know you are safe.[/i] [i]Xavier tumbles through the Psionic black hole, a little tired. Well actually, he is VERY tired. He tries to stand up, but falls to his knees.[/i]
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"Easy there, buddy, I got ya," I said, throwing his arm over my shoulders. "Where to, hero?"
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"I'm probably going to have to lay down for a hour or two, so... I need to set me down on the couch in my room." [i]He points to one of the doors as he says that.[/i]
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"So, where are we, anyway?" I asked as I helped him over to door and tried to open it.
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[i]Xavier pats his pockets for his key or keycard, then gives it to him.[/i] "Basically, rooms for people who get introduced into the Bloodwrath."
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Using the keycard, I opened the door, spotting the couch immediately and making a bee-line for it. I'm not a 90 pound weakling, but I'm still far from what one would call strong. Nonetheless, we made it over with out incident, and I put him down gently on the couch. Then, I took a look around the room.
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[i]It's basically every house that is in a typical neighbourhood. There's the kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, e.t.c. There's also a room that looks like some sort of armoury or training course, which you don't normally find in a house.[/i]
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I let loose a low whistle. "Everything you need to survive the apocalypse." I paused. "Or a death ship, as the case may be."
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"You got any firearms experience?"
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"Some," I said, absently scratching at my chin. I shook my head. "That's obviously not going to be enough to survive here, though. I'm going to need a lot more than mediocre gun skills."
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"How about a bunch of gear?"
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I looked over at Xaiver. "No, I mean actual combat training. Other than how to shoot a gun, my combat skills can very generously be described as rudimentary. Gear will help, yes, but I need to know how to use it - and beyond that, use it effectively."
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"I don't really know. Experience from travelling to and from locations helped me learn how I could fight."
