Stacy, Team C DJ, Radio Station.
"Well, now that that's done, I suppose I'll just-"
Stacy remembers something.
"Oh yeah, almost forgot."
Place two pieces of garlic on the dead guy's eyes. Then leave.
"Wait, I remember!"
Don't leave yet. Add an addendum to the recorded and repeating message, if possible.
"Attention, citizens! I just remembered that there is a SPECIAL, SPECIAL OFFER for all you TRUE BELIEVERS out there! You see, if all of you just mosey on along to the ENTRANCE OF YOUR RESPECTIVE BLOCKS, you will get a SPECIAL, ONE-TIME-ONLY REWARD of the best seats on the transports taking you out of here! ONE LUCKY, LUCKY PERSON may even receive the FABULOUS GRAND PRIZE! The prize is a high-quality set of cutlery or a special object of your choice delivered straight to your hands from one of the levels above or below, courtesy of your good buddy Stacy Buttle here! Don't dawdle, come and CLAIM YOUR PRIZES! An additional bonus is that if all of you come over, we might not need to look around the block and discover your respective crimes against humanity, if there indeed are any! So come now! There may be great rewards in it for you!"
Stacy was enjoying this far too much, he found.
You season your corpse and continue the "Mad Stacy's All Crazy talk, All the Time" radio broadcast. That should do it. Whatever it is.
Name:Flint/Drug Pusher - Team C - Housing block C, a burnt room with a child thrashing about
[sarcasm]Oh, yeah, real helpful.[/sarcasm] Well, they should have written that with BIG RED LETTERS! Who sells these things anyway? Who BUYS these things knowing what they do? I promise, If I ge- WHEN I get out of here, I'm going to sue those assholes so hard they'll end up owning nothing but their minds, their drug addicted money-craving evil minds! And that armory master. Not a single word of warning. She's just giving these things away like they're condoms! I'm going to have a word with her once I get back. Oh, yes, I'm really going to take care of her...
Flint vented his anger by screaming accusations and profanity in his mind for a while longer, until he began to calm down. His eyes fell to the child thrashing about. He couldn't imagine what was going through its head right now. An image of the label of the devil-bottle flashed in his mind again.
Keep out of reach, sight and earshot of children and irresponsible adults.
irresponsible adults
irresponsible
I really am irresponsible, aren't I? First my mother, then my father and my brothers, then my... life choices, then my acting career, then ...her and now this. Why does this keep happening to me? Why do I destroy and corrupt everything I care about? ...Maybe the world is better off without me...
Be depressed. Watch over the child until it becomes either lucid or unconscious.
(...Is it just me, or does Stacy remind anyone else who's seen it of the narrator from Plumbers Don't Wear Ties? XD)
((Stacy is just the kind of crazy I like.))
You mutter angrily to yourself and hold the kid at arm's length as he continues on his bad trip, gnawing at the air and running in place.
"WE CAN'T STOP HERE! THIS IS BAT COUNTRY!"
Admittedly, he did look he was either completely terrified or having a lot of fun. Maybe both.
You figure he should come down soon enough.
"Then let's do it. We'll get up there, find something to block their escape, and then knock every single one of them on their asses if they don't give up. Got it?" Jim looked from Simus to Mesk, nodded, and proceeded upstairs. "Last warning, civilians! If you make me come all the way up there after you, things are going to get violent, and you really don't want that!" Jim yelled as he went up.
Jim is annoyed. Jim wants this shit to be over with. So Jim grabs mesk by the head and walks up stairs, calmly tearing doors off their hinges until he finds the screaming mass of people.
"ALRIGHT!" he yells, sparks spewing from his emoticon face which is displaying a glowing red half
>:C "I've had a long day. I've already been shot several times and fried my brain a few more. And not more then an hour ago I reduced 12 men to red pudding WITH MY MIND! DO YOU THINK I'M HERE TO KILL YOU?! IF I WANTED YOU DEAD, YOU'D BE FUCKING DEAD! SO LISTEN THE FUCK UP! YOU ARE GOING TO FOLLOW THAT LADY" He points at simus, "TO THE DAMN APC'S RIGHT NOW, IN AN ORDERLY FASHION LIKE GOOD LITTLE BOYS AND GIRLS. AND IF YOU DON'T I'M GOING TO BREAK YOUR SPINES AND DRAG YOU THERE MY SELF." And, to punctuate that point, He brings mesk, spine first, down onto his knee with a sickening crunching sound. He then shotputs Mesk's limp body straight through a window and out onto the street below.
"NOW, LINE UP!"
They line up.
"MOVE OUT!"
Simus leads a line of horrified to the point of abject silence out and back to the APC's. Jim walks out onto the street as the group leaves and finds mesk standing next to the door, dusting him self off and eating some food from his bag.
"That was uncalled for." Mesk says with a mouthful of food.
"It worked, didn't it?" Jim says, watching simus lead the survivors away.
"Yeah. I guess. You owe me a sandwich by the way."
"Fine, fine."
"And not a sandwich like they serve on board the ship. Or one that Milno would eat. A good sandwich. A sandwich worth breaking your spine over."
"Fine."
Mesk nods and takes another bite. "Think there are any more survivors around here?"
"I hope not. I'll owe you a fucking buffet by the time we clear this place if there are."
"Uuurrgghh...... Ahhhhhh...... That's better. Heaps better. A little lower....... Mmmmmm, that's nice."
Sambo, in an almost delusional level of pain stands there as Faith cleans up his wound, stops it bleeding and covers it in bandages. There was almost a smile on his face as Faith pumped him full of coagulants with her fangs. He was actually starting to like this. It was almost addictive. Maybe it was possible to enjoy having your arm pulversied? In the HMRC, with Faith as the medic, anything is possible. As the medi-foam did it's wonders and the blood finally stopped gushing from his pulped stump, Sambo came out of his blood-soaked, vaguely erotic reverie.
"Thanks Faith. I swear I won't do it again. The shooting civies part. I could only do the arm thing about one more time before I run out of the damn things anyway."
Patch up suit where I can with gaffer tape and help Faith with whatever she's doing.
"Oh yeah. You were asking about medical training? Well, I've got some bandages, a meat cleaver, some gaffer tape and a bit of basic training from my days in the army. So basically, no. Plus, it's damn hard to fix up an arm with one hand while you're bleeding to death. I'm lucky we've got you instead."
You duck tape over the stump until you have a reasonable seal on the thing. It's not space worthy, but it will stop the blood from getting out.
[Team B Leader=Milno]
"I should have said it before, but you guys can do that back in the ship, unless doing it around the streets is your thing or something." Milno said over comms about the Sambo x Faith affair. "On another note, we are apparently done with herding the civilians here."
Back to the elevator to wait for the rest of the teams.
A
Jim
Simus
Bruce
Mesk
Ashley
B
Milno
Lars
May
Thomas
Kyle
You walk to the elevator and sit down. You vaguely feel your MKIII inject something into your leg. Eh, whatever.
Brother Lars repeats his question. "Does anyone know what they call this disease?"
Head to the elevator with Milno.
((Can't recall if Lars heard it or not.))
"Red Cough." Milno tells you as you and the rest of B team all gather at the Elevator. You watch as Simus shows up, trailing a stream of survivors who appear to have the emotional stability of a cat surrounded by firecrackers.
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