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!LzFfkxZBAY 10/17/09(Sat)03:51 No.6307900You blast the canine with confusion - wave after wave after wave of confusion, to try and keep it immobile and inactive.
You draw your harpoon in again, and you fire at it, hitting it in its flank. You pulled on your tongue and retract the spike, before you fire it again, hitting the neck. You withdraw your harpoon. Again. You hit in it the shoulder. You withdraw your harpoon. Again. Again. Again. Again.
By the time the canine finishes its pathetic whimpering and finally goes completely still, at least a minute has past and you don't care to count the number of puncture wounds that cover its body. The filthy animal lies there in a pool of its own blood, dead and decaying.
You hear a distant, rhythmic splashing in the sewage. Something is approaching. You tune into its thoughts and it's... it's a mess. You can barely understand a single thing. There are so many thoughts, flowing through it all at once. This is far more intelligen than anything you've ever encountered, far more dangerous.
You see a shadow loom over the carcass of a dog and you hear strange sounds as the human tries to verbally communicate with its poor, deceased companion. The thin, ragged, rather impoverished looking man leans down to cradle the beast affectionately. Strange.
You are three feet away from an encounter with man. The only thing keeping you concealed are the shadows. When we return to this, next Friday, at 14:00 chan time, you will decide what to do with man. |