Trol Grane[GM Smite] The seeds in your body grow, dissolving the rich flesh for nutrients as they spread with startling speed. You try to scream but the paralytic has already frozen your larynx and your cries come as a rough wheeze. Delicately the new tendrils spread, avoiding vital organs and insulating vulnerable tissue, intent on making the most of their meal. The devil himself might shed a tear at the sight of that torment, in mirth or horror no man may know, but this alone is true. You will live a long life alone with your madness.
God have mercy on your soul.
Trol Grane, KIA. Raped to death by six trees.
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Ashley Fey, Harry Nakamuno, Jordan GreyThe inside of the hotwired shuttle was cramped, uncomfortable, and inexplicably smelled strongly of fish. The three person assault team strapped back-to-back-to-back in the middle of the shuttle was getting slightly tired of the damn waiting. The course was made to look like a normal object that had gotten knocked out of the belt and had just happened to hit this moon by chance. This meant that they got to play loop the loop with every goddamn rock inbetween here and there just to make it look genuine. The conclave was braining this one WAY to hard.
"If we don't get there in the next ten minutes I'm going to start believing the first fucking deity I can think of just so I can hate him. Jordan shifted uncomfortably in his strap before continuing to whine.
"The next time someone uses 'important' or 'vital' in front of the word mission I swear I'm going to shoot him." Jordan tried to shift again, the additional spinal grafting made it hard to get comfortable, and he gave it up again after a moment and pitched his voice into a falsetto.
"Oh please mister soldier man, guard this hunk of junk through ten hours of nowhere while we think really Really hard about super import-"The man to Jordan's right spoke up, cutting the other man off.
"Jordan.""Yeah?""Shut up before I rip your ass off, literally. Rip. It. Off.""Fag" Jordan mumbled before shutting up.
Harry managed to rein in the urge to remove various limbs from the medic, he counted to ten slowly before shifting his head to point mostly at Ash.
"How much longer until this ship of yours breaks atmosphere?"You check the display in front of you, not in the least surprised by the result.
"As both of us know it's four and a half minutes since the last time you asked, six and change until we hit.""Wake me."Jordan elbowed him in the arm through the restraint. "
Honestly? That's your best captain badass line for being six minutes away from crashing into a damn moon?"
If your hands weren't bound at your sides you'd be massaging your temples by now, or killing either of the others. Instead you exhale and count down from three-hundred-and-sixty, trying to tune out the two bucks butting heads in the background.
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Tarran and company"I don't like this..."
Follow the light, Tarran! But with your Assault Rifle out.
Follow the group with the Piru out.
"Let me go first," Dom said, taking point with the Abassy. She had the advantage of being a woman, which in her experience meant people always underestimated her and her physical strength. If anyone tried anything she had a good shot of overpowering the attacker and turning the tables.
Follow the yellow brick road
You follow the lights, the rain making colors soft and diffuse. Eerily beautiful and shadowless the path curves from time to time around solid objects or bunches of non-luminescent fungi. The glow shows no sign of ending as you walk, but nothing moves to strike you down or offer resistance, in fact the forest seems far too quiet. The muffled sound of rain landing on mushrooms and the soft rumble of sheet lightning arcing before the trees ground it out is the only sound you hear. After five minutes of walking [Int 4,3,5,2] everyone but James suddenly stops, feeling the same prickle on their skin. It's weird, not like anything you've felt before.
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Ashley Fey, Harry Nakamuno, Jordan GreyYou open your eyes from your counting as the console beeps once, showing thirty seconds till impact. Hours of waiting as the ship had bandied about space boiled down to now. You hope that your modifications to the ship will hold together. Of course if they don't it's not like anybody is going to be in any shape to complain.
"Ready, we'll touch down in twenty. Brace for impact."Jordan, as usual, has to make a sarcastic comment.
"Somehow I don't think that 'touch down', and 'brace for impact' should be used together. Just for future reference."Harry's customary rebuttal is lost as you get ready to activate the jury rigged dampeners, the way they've been hooked should make them able to null pretty much anything short of a direct explosion. Of course the way they'd been rigged also meant they had about three seconds of life in them before they burnt out. If you're a second off either way then everyone may as well be dead already.
You control yourself as best you can as the seconds tick down, telling yourself that this won't be you dying if you fail, just another ridiculously expensive body. The thought isn't comforting.
[Will 3, Dex 3] The time comes, you hit the damn button. Your timing might not be perfect but there isn't time to worry about that now.
For a second you're weightless, you feel as though you're ground in immovable rock... The tubes of impact gel fire as the disguised pod breaks through the canopy, expanding into a mass beneath you an instant before you hit it. And the ground hits you back like a sledgehammer.
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Tarran and companyYou don't have time to wonder what the hell is going on, you don't have time to pray, you don't even have time to be moderately upset as familiar slime engulfs you up the the armpit. Then a meteor lands in the thickest section of ooze, instantly the entire blob of impact gel heats up and hardens, trying to disperse the immense energy. The gel beneath meteorite compressed to maximum in nanoseconds, transmitting a great portion of its massive force straight into the ground.
And through it.
The ground over the massive ant colony caves in, cratering down and out from the meteor. Panicked ants are engulfed in slime and begin suffocating. Out of all context your mind feels a grim satisfaction at watching the little bastards die. Then the ripple of collapsing earth reaches where you hang suspended in gelatin and you fall, following the UFO down into the crater.
When the world stops collapsing you can't see, you're covered from head to toe in evaporating muck and ant corpses. You have no idea where the hell you are now, but wherever it is you're pretty sure it ain't heaven.
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Ashley Fey, Harry Nakamuno, Jordan GreyAfter a moment you realize that the terrible noise has stopped, reality is no longer rending itself apart around you. You're alive. The pod is mostly dark, the console in front of you flickers only fitfully with an error message. You lay back for a moment, counting the pain from the network of bruised flesh as a blessing. You're alive.
You rest from the three second ordeal, wondering where the hell to start from now.
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