IC: Kipricat grinned as the train started up. Blowing the whistle himself a few times, he flipped a lever sending the train roaring off to Arigato Cartel. The house of horrors was slowly left behind in the snow. The skies were completely clear, and the surrounding countryside slowly returned to a much healthier green and white. Moving into the room where his teammates were, Kipricat busied himself with his board of wires. Quietly moving them around, he glanced up. Everyone alive was here. Survival of the fittest was something Kipricat had heard of, and he had never expected to be the fittest. But this adventure pinned him as one of the fittest.
Making room for more thoughts, Kipricat looked up from his board and considered it. Things weren't too bad. He'd probably be well within his rights to ask for a pay-raise now. A job transfer wouldn't be too bad either. Maybe something peaceful like making sure fuzzles didn't escape. Glancing at his rocket launcher, SMG and chainsaw that had served him faithfully, he knew that was not going to happen. Why, he couldn't explain, but he knew it could not happen. A paise-raise on the other hand... OOC: Ah... The wondeful feeling of having survived yet again.:D |
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Zalik was staring down the railway into the darkness when the train came to life. The sound of the engine starting up made him jump, his first thought being that they were under attack again. Luckily that wasn't the case, Zalik sighed with relief and boarded the train with the others. Zalik picked his seat and sat down, he was still uneasy until the Slogs started licking him, "Hey stop that!" he laughed, the Slogs had calmed his nerves considerably but he didn't start to relax until after the train had left the tunnel. He looked around, everyone was sitting silently which wasn't a surprise given what they had all just been through. Then it suddenly occured to him, he hadn't eaten anything for ages and he suddenly aquired a craving for Paramite Pies. He promised himself that the first thing he would do when he returned to the headquarters was to eat as many Paramite Pies from the Mess Hall as was physically possible. OOC: That was fun, we should almost die again sometime :p |
THE CREEPER RESULTS
================== I'm going to give out some shared experience for everyone for completing the objectives. Turned the warehouse power on. +50 XP! Shut down the kennels. +50 XP! Activated the two door locks. +50 XP! Destroyed Lab Machines. +50 XP! Destroyed The Creeper. +50 XP! That comes up to a total of 250 XP for everyone. I shall now post the final XP results for all players. Player Name......Character...........Level...Experience AlexFili.............Furlong..............4.........166 MeechMunchie...Chag................4..........54 Oddey..............Kipricat.............4..........218 AlexFili..............Randy...............4..........94 Scrabtrapman....Unit 23..............4.........132 Slig #5719........Zalik..................4.........150 Itxi..................Scrap................3.........0 Itxi..................Ruff..................3..........0 Arkaznor...........Yuv..................3..........0 I'm giving Itxi and Arakaznor a small penalty for not participating as much as the other members. |
EPILOGUE Unit 23 looked at the horror in front of him, he slung his weaponry over his back and withdrew a small two way wireless intercom from his pocket. The rest of the team were looking around at the creeper, breathing heavily, dropping kit and realising that they had each survived. Unit 23 slunk back into the shadows and pressed a button on the walkie-talkie, a quiet static poured from the contraption and the slig silenced it with his hand before speaking in a hushed monotone, "Unit 23 reporting to 1042 - weapons facility...do you read over?" After a short silence a chronicler on the other end spoke up, "Codename 23, cleared to speak on secure channels, go ahead," Unit 23 drew in his breath and spoke his story, "The creeper has failed, subjects one to eight each showed signs of high level training, utilising limited and poor quality equipment to defeat waves of test subjects and eventually CREEPER 12. I expect that the test facility was appropriately masked as an abandoned feeco line, none of them could tell as far as I am aware - All enemies engaged were hostile, all signs of self restraint, control and basic intelligent function are depleted or non-existant. We can therefore conclude that GORMAN DISENZA test patients are not cured, tell the Vykers that the serum needs work." And with that, the slig threw his walkie-talkie to the floor and stamped it out with his mechanical foot. He returned from the shadowy tunnel to face the group, "Oh, thank goodness I found you all!" Unit 23 breathed, assuming the role of the scared survivor, "I thought I was really a goner, the creatures chased me away from the group...but I managed to find this..." the slig allowed the team to gather round and showed them a neatly drawn map, folded at the sides but bearing the authenticity of the RF cartography department. "So, let's get out of here, I'm pretty sure we're not done yet. This epilogue authorized by AlexFili |
OOC: Very nice Scrabtrapman. Now I can work on some conspiracy theories xD
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OOC: Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho! A sneaky little plot eh? Well, it doesn't tell a whole lot.:D Gorman Disenza almost sounds like an anagram of Gordon Freeman. Unfortunately, this is not so.:D
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OOC: According to the wiki page, it's a disease affecting only the rich.
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That's a nice piece of Epilogue you've got going on there. Back when the lab machines were destroyed I started to suspect that the release of The Creeper was something the OSU was planning but this mysterious third party is very interesting. |
Ooh la la fancy fancy aye?
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Excellente. See you all in a few weeks chaps. Pip pip.
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