Wait. Listen a bit more. Hear anything else?
Wait. Listen a bit more. Hear anything else?
>make a fort with the trenchcoats
>ready for the next attack wave!
>wear coats for protection
>check for an exit in case of worst contingency possible
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> Wonder where the noise went. Wear a trench coat as a disguise.
> Wear coat for protection / disguise.
Best idea.
You slip on one of the coats, and feel something poke you in the chest. There's something in the breast pocket. You reach in and pull out... sunglasses?
Wait, no, these feel way too cheap and plasticky for sweet shades. And they've got like a strap.
They're safety goggles.
You're wearing a lab coat in a closet.
> Listen more.
You press your ear against the closet door.
"Yeah that's right motherfucker taste my crossbow just fucking eat the pain."
That is what you hear.
He's got a crossbow...
> Put on safety glasses for protection. Remember, Carol never wore hers. And now, she's dead.
>leap out of closet and strangle person with lab coat. After whatever it is he/she shot is very dead
> Put on safety goggles for protection.
Goes without saying.
Man you bet you look SO COOL.
So cool right now.
> Leap out of closet.
You grab another lab coat, and -
KWOOODSH
GUESS WHO'S COMING TO TOWN, IT'S SCIENCE CLAUS AND HIS EIGHT TINY SUFFOCATION TECHNIQUES
(okay you are so glad you didn't say that aloud)
You wrap the lab coat over the hapless soldier's head. He fires off a crossbow bolt blindly and you feel it clip you in the ear, fuck!
You wrestle him to the ground and choke him until you can feel him pass out. Then you promptly stop because you're not some sort of horrible sadistic murderer no-sir-ee.
Go ahead and be a horrible sadistic murderer. Because the voice in your head tells you to.
Or just get up and look for a way out.
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> Appropriate his crossbow. For science.
> Attempt to ascertain by touch whether you know the identity of this person.
>realise you acidentally did suffocate him. preform last rights, and say a few words of farewell
> Appropriate crossbow.
I mean really, who wouldn't?
You are the baddest motherfucker around.
Big tough black guy in a lab coat and plastic goggles wielding a crossbow.
Oh man if you had a mirror
Or like
Eyesight maybe
> Touch his face.
You don't really want to.
> Just touch his face.
FINE.
You bend down and smear your sweaty palm all over his nose and lips and rosy cheeks.
His face doesn't feel like any other face you've touched recently.
Wooow.
You hear a husky, pained groan behind you.
> Threaten whomever it is with your crossbow.
> Ask the person behind you who they are.
>give him the kiss of life!
> Remove crossbow bolt from ear
or
> Be distracted by thoughts of Mr. T
> Pull bolt out of ear.
You don't have a bolt in your ear, just a bloody gash.
Besides, you don't have time to worry about that. There's something behind you that demands your attention.
> Deliberate.
It's hard to tell who or what is groaning at you. Your options are to threaten them with the crossbow, or give them the kiss of life.
Threaten.
Kiss.
THREATEN.
Kiss.
THREATEN.
You threaten them.
That's the correct decision.
> ==>
That's the correct decision because it's the growler. Apparently the guy you just incapacitated didn't do a very good job of killing it.
You feel the vibration of its feet shuffling nervously. It doesn't dare approach you. Your finger itches at the trigger. You are like, 80% certain you're facing the right direction.
But hell, everything is still so god damned black. It's possible you're just holding the crossbow upside down. You wouldn't know.
> Fire crossbow in a circular sweep. The laws of drama demand that you'll hit it.
> Shoot crossbow at growler.
>shoot and miss. Proceed to beat Growler to death with the crossbow
> Punch growler in the snout to establish superiority.
>Use the mighty "Throw The Crossbow at It" maneuver, passed down through your family's line for generations.
> Shoot crossbow at growler.
TWANG.
> ...and miss.
WHIIIIIZZZZZZZZZZ
...
*woodthunk*
(shit)
> ==>
You hear a growl loud enough to be classified as a roar. It sprints at you and the ground trembles like an earthquake.
AAAAHHHH OH FUCK
AAAHH
AAAAAAAAAHHHHH
> Beat growler to death with the crossbow.
You whack the growler in the face with the crossbow.
KLLLLAAAAAAAAAAM-M-M-M-M
It's like smashing a car with a steel pipe; the whole thing jiggers violently in your hand; it's surprisingly painful.
The growler's momentum carries it straight into you (thankfully with its claws no longer aimed at your throat) and you fall to the ground.
You fall to the ground a lot nowadays.
> Punch growler in snout to establish superiority.
FUCK punch YOU punch MOTHERFUCKER punch SHITSHITSHITSHIT
...
punch
Okayyourspasticpunchinghascausedtheretobeanyopenin ginitsdefensesandnowyoumustsmashitwiththecrossbowa gaingogogogogo
KLLLLAAAAAAAAAAM-M-M-M-M
The growler slumps off of you. You quickly jump to your feet.
The growler isn't making any noise. You're not entirely sure if you killed it or not. But you're pretty confident.
> ==>
You hear a door open off to your left.
>aim crossbow at the door to dissuade enterer
even if it has no bolt loaded
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