5punk

Let's go........... um........


around the edge.

Following Deject!

Oh. I had posted something in here and it seems to have not happened. Bloody phone. You have left or right round the edge, or straight across.

LEFT!

What order are you walking in?

Im going in the middle. Im scared.

I'd say

Deej (scouting)


Eraser,
Hal,
Dirk,
Grimmeh and Bertha.

The walkways are rusty and unstable, but with caution you traverse the room and reach the metal steps down on the other side.

I'll test my weight on the stairs, and if they seem solid I'll head down.

As solid as the walkways, which is not very admittedly, but solid enough. You all get down without event. The main aisle of the cavernous production chamber stretches back towards the way you came in.

Okay, lets carry on - same marching order works I think.

The Shutting Downs wrote:Okay, lets carry on - same marching order works I think.

Yep more of the same, wandering around rooms. Detect (5): 10, 7 + 5 = 22 HOTCHA

Hold that thought Deej. You double back down the aisle between the machinery in the centre of the chamber and spy up ahead a door roughly halfway back. However, as you progress, Dirk feels a sudden niggling Ebb-like presence behind him, similar to a minor Ebb ability being used.

I'll spin round and point my hand in its general direction whilst shouting a warning to the others.

You're confronted by the grinning skull of a different armoured corpse, holding a rifle, and standing with it in a ready position about five feet behind you.

As long as you are sure it's not one of us, geek it.

WoooooOOOOOOooooooOOOOO!

/scary

Oh yes, in the name of Science™ I will do nothing and see what happens if it shoots me.

Dirk wrote:Hello.

The thing disappears, leaving a slightly puzzled looking Grimmie in its place, stood in exactly the same pose. Across the facility from various distances there are creaks and shrieks of distressed metal, but no obvious result from it.

Ooooooh, good job I didn't Ebb blast! I'm guessing the Ebb ability I felt was probably port or something. Proper horror story.