"Oh for fuck's sake. That's it!"
Drink my voice potion and use the power it grants me to wreck these spiders into tiny pieces as far down the tunnel as my voice will echo, which I presume is far indeed.
You drink your potion. Yoru hair stands on end - all of it. It feels stiff, as do your lips. Your vision changes - you can seee more clearly in the low light, but your depth perception is off. You have a weird spacial awareness though, and a boiling desire to harm. You screech. Everything nearby stops moving and turns toward you. You screech again, louder, more direct. The Spiders nearby scuttle away. They move surprisingly quickly, but not quickly enough. You lunge after them screeching. They begin to explode, leaving burning bits everywhere. You snatch living ones up and eat them whole, and screech as you run forward, shattering all the small spiders, rupturing the big ones. You stick a fist into the body of one particularly fat one and pull out it's innardfs, swallowing them in one gulp. You head deeper into the spider lair screeching as you go all around you is a dying inferno of chitinous despair. at last, after hundred of feet of this and thousands of dead spiders, you arrive at the center, and encounter three spiders, each as big as yourself. They move to surround you, but you don't care. You've come to kill.
FUCK THIS SHIT
Run getting the spiders off me as I go
that quickly becomes unnecessary as Something screams bloody fucking murder right behind you. You freeze up. but it doesn't matter. the spiders are gone. Something dashes by you, following the spiders back up the tunnel, leaving a trail of gore and embers behind.
"statement: It is a good thing this one doesn't feel pain in the traditional sense, or this would really suck."
Shut down auditory sensors for a moment, until Fiddler stops his voice attack on the spiders.
In the meantime, run an analysis to see what else is broken inside of me. If I can still function somewhat using my redundant systems, walk or crawl in the opposite direction of the spiders to put some distance between me and them. Stay in line of sight of my teammates, though I doubt I'd get very far anyway.
You are pretty sure your brain is broken. that's gotta be it. at least it was nothing important. You hobble up, leaning heavily on your staff, and drag yourself back toward the middle of the lower cavern (the one at the bottom of the slope). Giglam is there, open jawed, shaking his head slightly. He says something, but yo don't hear it.
zylo will pick himself up continue to run around, looking for the little gnome like thing.
Zylo picks himself up, hears a sound straight out of his nightmares, and runs screaming into the dark. he knows not how long he runs. He is only brought to his senses by the cold splash as he tumbles into a body of water. He thinks he hears, quietly and far off, a raspy voice mutter
precious to itself.
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Topic: Omega Legion: Lost in the Dark (Read 35633 times)