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!!94V8GGifJkU 01/02/12(Mon)17:21 No.17404383You are falling fast down the relatively steep incline, rolling end over end.
You stick out a foot to try and stop yourself, but it hits something hard and the pain reverberates through your entire leg and into your back.
All you can do is try to protect your head as you continue to slide and roll.
Finally you skid to a stop as the chamber levels out. You are bruised up from the fall, though thankfully it doesn’t feel like anything is broken.
You feel around, nothing seems out of place.
Still, you are winded hard. You wipe the dirt off your face and blink it out of your eyes. You also pull off your hat and brush him off.
As you pick yourself up from the ground, you hear something skitter in the darkness.
Scratch that, several things.
All at once, they rush you from all sides.
Flayed ones, dozens of them.
Including once again, the one wearing your best friend, now sporting several gauss burns on the flesh.
You activate your plasma gun, but it’s too late.
Several grab you in their bladed claws, pulling your arms back. Though they don’t cut into your flesh, they will if you struggle.
The flayed ones all look to the one wearing your friend, who paces in front of you as he looks you over.
You notice something else.
He seems to be wearing your arm. Well, the skin off of it anyways. You recognize your tattoo of your home world’s emblem on what used to be your forearm.
The flayed ones communicate in hisses and clicks, you don’t know what they are saying.
All at once, they close on you, surrounding you.
You wretch, gag, rotten flesh pressing in on you from all sides.
Energy crackles through the air, and you feel your stomach drop.
You vomit as they teleport you. |