Fandom Firehouse, Sunday afternoon
Flash was clinging to the firepole, zombie gremlins surrounding him on all sides on the ground. Apparently the place was infested with gremlins. Who knew? So when Flash found himself backed into the firehouse for what he thought were strategic purposes, he was very wrong.
The symbiote could probably protect him from a gremlin bite. That was just a poison. A zombie bite was more mystical, so he really wasn't sure about that one. So whatever. He'd just stay up here, picking gremlins off with a variety of guns until they were all just gremlins again.
That was the plan. And then a wave of gremlins dove down the pole from the second floor.
[OOC: Open if anyone wants to deal with a wave of zombie gremlins with Venom!]
The symbiote could probably protect him from a gremlin bite. That was just a poison. A zombie bite was more mystical, so he really wasn't sure about that one. So whatever. He'd just stay up here, picking gremlins off with a variety of guns until they were all just gremlins again.
That was the plan. And then a wave of gremlins dove down the pole from the second floor.
[OOC: Open if anyone wants to deal with a wave of zombie gremlins with Venom!]