Post by Mike16Ike19 on Jun 24, 2018 21:15:10 GMT
Level 2: Sub-level 1
Prisoner: Nexo81, Boomer2K, Task force 7, ?
? a.m. (Provided timestamp now believed to be inaccurate)
"Ok, well this is officially the weirdest thing that has ever happened in my life. Top ten." Boomer said, while peering over the top of his cover. Running around the debris, flying through the air and sliding across the ground, Nexo front flipped over the visual barrier, landed close to Boomer, and caught his breath while peering over the cover. The scene unfolding in the vast majority of the room-space could be described as something between bizarre and macabre. Task force 7 was scattered throughout the room, and several of them were struggling with what appeared to black snakes twining themselves through the men's arms in a repulsive reptilian manner. In the weird red half light the scene unfolding was incomprehensible at best, but it lent itself more to the imagination's dark/fearful side. Nexo winced as the twisted remains of a gurney(at his best guess) collided with the wall less than 12 ft(3.6576073 m) away, crushing in on itself with a metallic scream. "Probably should make that top five weirdest things. So are we just riding out the storm?" Nexo81 inquired as he lowered his head below the cover. Boomer cut his eyes from side to side as he and Nexo crouched and listened to a metal drum roll across the floor. "Don't look at me ,pal , Your the boss." "What?" "I've been racking my brains to find out why you seemed so familiar. I'll explain later, this is not the place or time." Boomer said. The two cohorts paused talking because the sounds approximating Armageddon "outside" had stopped. The two peered out of opposite end of the cover. They saw nothing that could have wreaked that sort of destruction on the local environment. "Let's pull up roots, and sell the farm." "What are you talking about?" "I think we should leave, like, now." As they were pulling a tactical retreat they recovered 1911s from the Task forces' side holsters, and grabbed a few spare clips. They resumed their course to the only door only to be stopped cold by a figure who burst into their view from empty space...
Prisoner: Nexo81, Boomer2K, Task force 7, ?
? a.m. (Provided timestamp now believed to be inaccurate)
"Ok, well this is officially the weirdest thing that has ever happened in my life. Top ten." Boomer said, while peering over the top of his cover. Running around the debris, flying through the air and sliding across the ground, Nexo front flipped over the visual barrier, landed close to Boomer, and caught his breath while peering over the cover. The scene unfolding in the vast majority of the room-space could be described as something between bizarre and macabre. Task force 7 was scattered throughout the room, and several of them were struggling with what appeared to black snakes twining themselves through the men's arms in a repulsive reptilian manner. In the weird red half light the scene unfolding was incomprehensible at best, but it lent itself more to the imagination's dark/fearful side. Nexo winced as the twisted remains of a gurney(at his best guess) collided with the wall less than 12 ft(3.6576073 m) away, crushing in on itself with a metallic scream. "Probably should make that top five weirdest things. So are we just riding out the storm?" Nexo81 inquired as he lowered his head below the cover. Boomer cut his eyes from side to side as he and Nexo crouched and listened to a metal drum roll across the floor. "Don't look at me ,pal , Your the boss." "What?" "I've been racking my brains to find out why you seemed so familiar. I'll explain later, this is not the place or time." Boomer said. The two cohorts paused talking because the sounds approximating Armageddon "outside" had stopped. The two peered out of opposite end of the cover. They saw nothing that could have wreaked that sort of destruction on the local environment. "Let's pull up roots, and sell the farm." "What are you talking about?" "I think we should leave, like, now." As they were pulling a tactical retreat they recovered 1911s from the Task forces' side holsters, and grabbed a few spare clips. They resumed their course to the only door only to be stopped cold by a figure who burst into their view from empty space...
I just generally give them all good roles, except poor Boomer and RuleJJ, whom seem fine with it. 
At least I think I do... 
You've got me on the edge of my seat! 
Because I am soooooo CONcerned with your beauty sleep. 
You've got me on the edge of my seat! 
Because I am soooooo CONcerned with your beauty sleep. 
