Go to the nearest military base. It's our only hope...
Failing coming up with any better ideas, you mount your Bike for the several mile ride to the nearest military base. You wonder if this is happening all over the world, or if it's just in your city.
You suspect that an alien race capable of teleporting in from another dimension wouldn't be limited to your Suburban area.
After a Good Hour's bike, you arrive at the base. It seems they are having trouble as well. However, on the bike ride here, you had to stop several times to shoot creatures in your way, consuming some of your Shotgun Shells. You have also taken small amounts of damage from being knocked off of your bike by the crabs.
Obviously the only way out of this is to grab a crowbar.
You already have a Crowbar. you picked it up in your house, remember?
You briefly consider dialing 911, but you suppose they already know about the emergency. And even if they didn't, can you imagine being called by someone saying they were being attacked by alien crabs?
Name: Jacques Beaumont
Date: May 16, 2009 [9:20]
Location: Earth, North America, United States, New Mexico, Hunting Store
Status: Human
Health:
Slightly nicked upWeapons: Couch Leg with Screw Driver attached {M} - Hammer {M} - Baseball bat {M} - Crowbar {M} - Nail Gun {R} - Sledge Hammer with Knife attached {M} - Spaz 12 {R}
Munitions: 72 Shotgun Shells - 12 Shotgun Slugs - 25 Nails
Wearing: Casual clothing covered with Yellowish-green slime
Inventory: Soda - 9 assorted Kitchen knives - Duct tape 97% - Canned goods x35 - bottled water x8 - Fire cracker - Screwdrivers - Pain killers - Cell Phone - Empty Notebook and pencil