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7/21/2016 1:46:42 AM
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[b]He rummages around in the bag and finds a crude gas mask. He also finds a pistol.[/b]
What the -blam!- is this place?
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[b][i]As your eyes slowly clear up and you're able to see again, you notice that you're covered in small parasites that are feeding on your blood... Some of them are bulging with strange eggs, some of them are not. Then you feel the worms under your skin - the sensation makes your stomach turn as a wave of nausea washes over you. Unfortunately, you have no time to worry about what's eating you from the inside out.... The half-corpse at your feet seizes you by the ankle and bites into your flesh, taking a chunk clean out and exposing the black, veiny worms beneath your skin - they squeal like mice in a frying pan. The corpse goes to take another bite.[/i][/b]
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[spoiler]oh god man... I'm tryin to go to bed...[/spoiler] Augh! Get off me! [b]He kicks the zombie with his good leg until it stops moving. [/b] Oh god... What did I do to deserve this? [b]He pulls out the pistol...[/b]
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[b][i]The corps's skull is crushed by your boots, releasing a host of writhing worms that squeal like their cousins that are currently inside you. Your thoughts are interrupted by a small horse of undead, drawn to the noise and commotion. 7 of them hobble towards you at a moderate pace - the stench is nearly unbearable.[/i][/b]
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*coughs* *coughs* [b]He walks backwards, firing at the things chasing him.[/b]
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[i][b]Most of them are cut down by the shots, but continue to crawl towards you on the ground. 2 of them are left standing as your clip runs dry. You hear a crackle over the radio as about a dozen more undead come around the corner. A loud siren kicks on as an automated turret rotates out from a nearby wall, briefly spooling with a high pitched whine before unleashing a barrage of mass reactive bolts into the horde - blasting them into bloody hunks of meat, writhing with worms and drooling gore. There is nothing recognizable left of the undead, just a crater filled hallway with smoking entrails strewn about for dozens of meters. "Your radio is broken..." Comes a voice from the loud speaker nearby.[/b][/i]
