COMBAT A

[gamemakers]

Who| Combat group A
What| Alien attack
Where| The Tunnels and surrounding area at the edge of town.
Warnings/Notes| Please post any warning in your threads subject header when they become applicable. Please shot any questions/concerns to mod through PM. Here is the plotting post for reference.

A small amount of Peacekeeper leads the group on to vehicles, driving them to mouth of the tunnel.

It is a huge, dark thing, going straight back, with room for multiple trains at the same time. It is also pitch black.
Not far into the mouth of the tunnel, a maintenance track breaks off, to run parallel to the main track, it's self big enough to hold two trains.

And not far past that split, both tunnels begin to change. The walls and floors are coated with bio-matter, changing the environment. It becomes hot and humid, and a bit farther in, full of eggs. Some very close to hatching. And deeper within still can be found the queen, huge and vicious. Have fun!

Comments

[pythianjudgment]

I don't know how to deal. I need a fainting couch before I swoon myself right onto the floor.

And yes, Chucklefuck! I figure you're already used to rainbows and shit, so your dead body shouldn't mind neon pink and lime green too much, right?

[carnagecarnival]

"HE DOES HOPE THE BRUISE WILL BE COLORFUL. It ain't worth it if it ain't. AND ON NOTE OF MOTHERFUCKING THAT, HE SHALL TAKE THOSE COLORS. Ain't to be shamed for the like of none. IF HE IS DEAD AND SHE IS BLIND, MIGHT WELL MAKE OTHERS SUCH TOO, NO?"

[pythianjudgment]

Laughter crackles over the communicator.

Sounds like a fair assessment to me. Toot, toot, all aboard the GlitterShit Galleon. Blindness and Death for all.

But seriously, we should probably cut the chatter. We've both got very important work to do in the manner of keeping you assholes alive while you murder everything else. A grand and noble cause.

[carnagecarnival]

"Suits him all the same, you're all to be the one what contacted him personal. YOU KNOW AT SOME AMONG SUBJUGGLATORS OFFER BLESSING BEFORE BATTLE. But he knows you're a goddamn heathen what would shrivel at the word. PERHAPS HE SHALL SEE YOU AFTER HE MURDERS EVERYTHING AS ALL SHE SAYS. The grandest of motherfucking causes."

[pythianjudgment]

I could give you the most biznasty whoop whoop, but we both know that I am averse to being a colossal tool and that I wouldn't really mean it.

Still! Have fun out there in slaughter-land, Fraysong. I'll be watching.