Sneak out through the back door, rip off a pair of arms from some hobo and then throw them at the cops before unloading on them with a shotgun.
yes
You start loading the shotgun as you walk through the store. There's an office in the back with a back door. While the man on the megaphone out front continues protesting, you find the back door and pop it open. "FREEZE!"
Someone shines a light in your face, but your sunglasses protect you. Three police cars neatly cut off an avenue of easy escape. They're crouching behind cover and aiming at you. Another megaphone holder tells you slowly and clearly to "DROP YOUR GUN AND PUT YOUR HANDS UP."
Eh. You'll pass. Instead, you raise the shotgun up at them and catch about six rounds through the center mass. You shrug it off and kill one of the officers, take a barrage of full automatic fire, and down a few more. The injuries aren't enough to slow you down, and you advance on them slowly while picking them off. Brass flies. One of the officers pops the trunk of their car open and pulls out a shotgun, even gets a blast in on you. It stings a little, but you still don't hesitate in killing him. More police. They die. It gets a little blurry in the violent trance, but you work your way through the local forces. A helicopter flies overhead, shining a spotlight on you. Your car is gone, so you grab a police car and drive off with it, but you are sideswiped by the reinforcements and forced off the road.
Emerging from the car, you are given another chance to surrender in the face of what appears to be a SWAT team pouring from a van and the combined forces of at least another five squad cars. Surrendering isn't really your style, though, so you empty out your shotgun. Unfortunately, the SWAT open up in a deafening volley of gunfire, and it rips into your host with rather vicious effect. You feel yourself weakening. You take another shot with the shotgun, but it's empty. This won't do at all. The host might die.
You
change.
Your stature rises, onyx horns and a long, prehensile tail curl behind you, red scaled skin hardens and expands, your mouth becomes a cavern of fire, huge wings stretching out. The men before you hold their ground for a moment, maybe two, before turning in terror and fleeing, or sinking to their knees in awe. Your claws disembowel them with efficient flicks, a kick sends a car flying at one of the fleeing men. It takes only an instant to rip the SWAT van apart and you send each half in opposite directions. Then, from one of the two helicopters circling overhead, sniper shots bounce harmlessly across your armored hide. You lead into the air, rising a dozen stories in a single bound, and crash down the helicopter. It plummets to the ground and explodes into a fireball. You emerge from the cloud of smoke and flame covered in burning fuel and survey the wreckage. Nothing. The street is filled with the sound of crackling flames, and little else.
Well, that could have gone better. Apparently humankind has their act a little more together since you've been gone. You changed back, walk back to where you first assumed your true form, kneel, and grab your sunglasses.
What are you gonna do now?
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Topic: (SG) The Broken Prison (an exercise in mindless violence) (Read 5257 times)