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Re: Grunt Tales: Reloaded (Hounds of Vita)
« Reply #150 on: July 01, 2016, 07:28:38 pm »
Smasher:
You, along with a nervous squad, leave engineering. The depot is eerily quiet, and there's no movement.

Squad in tow, you move along the side of the depot, toawards the tunnel leading to the tunnel out, and the tunnel to the server storage.

But as you're halfway across the depot, the clicking's back, louder than ever.
"OH GOD, WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!"
A light screams out, pointing his gun and flashlight towards the opposite end of the depot.
Emerging from the darkness, is a wave of creatures. You'd call them spiders, but they only have 6 legs. But they're insect-like, with an exoskeleton of chitin, several beady eyes, and a mouth looking like it was taken from a crab. And lastly, they have some pretty painful looking mandibles, and abdomes that seemingly could spin web.
They're the ones making noise too.

The squad begins to panic, and fire wildly across the depot, tearing appart the vehicles between you. You note that the insects are able to take several hits of rifle fire before going down.

Father:
You head on over back to the lockup expecting a bloodied hound.

You're right.
In the far end of the lockup, behind an open door, you see the hound tied to some chair, taking hit and hit from the sergeant.
You're able to walk right on up to the door without hearing her ask the hound a single question.

Even though you're right behind her, she's too busy beating the hound to notice you. The hound seems to have covered the floor with his bloodsplatter.
Seems like the sergeant's temporarily lost it, with immense rage.

Lucas:
The hound pulls you up, and show you a seat that's safe enough for the ride.
"Sorry if I seem too pushy, but I thought that it was human common to introduce eachother. In you're tongue, I am named Wisk."
I regret nothing.

 

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