[Out in the middle of camp, in front of the messhall]

[mymotherthegun]

The gates... the gates are...

Aheh. Hahaha. Shit.

*Anyone with spiritual senses might be pinged right now. Others might be pinged by the unholy shrieks of laughter coming from appearently nowhere, or perhaps the crack appearing in reality as if the air in from of them were a giant windshield. Giant wave of cannon fodder, anyone?*

*ETA: Red

Comments

[cock_my_gun]

*pinged by unholy shrieks!*

...what in the hell is goin' on?

[mymotherthegun]

Demons from my world, it looks like. I'd say Prides mostly from the sound of it. Might be a few Lusts in there too. If you're not a fighter, I'd get the hell out of here.

*Lols, cracks getting bigger*

[cock_my_gun]

...demons. Sounds just freakin' lovely. Uh, maybe I'll just head that'a way. Unless bullets can take 'em down?

[mymotherthegun]

Enough of them.

[fingeroflife]

It begins.

[mymotherthegun]

*last minute checking of guns and cracking of joints*

That's what it looks like...

[fingeroflife]

*gathering power in a rush of wind*

From your world?

[mymotherthegun]

Mhn. Sounds like this wave is mostly lower ones, but then... sometimes the smart ones don't always give you nice warnings like this.

[mymotherthegun]

Demons from my world, sounds like they're almost in.

[mymotherthegun]

Or at least a nasty infestation.

[commander_bitch]

...

[mymotherthegun]

You armed?

[commander_bitch]

As always, yes.

Do you know what they are?

[mymotherthegun]

Mhn, they're demons from my world. The cracks mean they're very close to getting in.

[see_eye_see]

.. What?

[mymotherthegun]

Demons.

[see_eye_see]

.. Ah, crap.

[mymotherthegun]

Yeah. If you're not a fighter, I'd suggest getting out of here.