The creature known as The Feaster From Afar took out most of the doorframe as it crashed its way out of the Gluttony Dining Hall, thundering after Sophia and Will and Harley, part of a porcine waiter's leg still hanging from its mouth
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"Finders keepers, motherfuckers!"
BLAM.
Sophia (toting a backpack and a purseful of looted goods) really doesn't handle that shotgun very well -- the recoil has sent her tumbling more than once -- but she found it, it's hers, and she's going to use it!
The pursuing horde down to just a couple of zombies by the time they get into eyeshot of Hastur, and she laughs as she tries to brain one with the barrel of the empty gun.
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Will has managed to find himself a nice axe and while it lacks the range of a gun, it does colour co-ordinate (red and green, all the way) and it's a little more personal. :D
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Great. He's still in this wretched hellhole. Hastur forces his eyes open and then rolls over onto his back to actually get a look at what's going on. Ordinarily, he'd be comforted by the sight of all this gold and saffron and yellow, but right now it just reminds him that he's in yet another colour-co-ordinated level of that wretched purple idiot's game.
He watches a gold frog hop by. Then several more, bouncing and hopping over him in a herd. He blinks curiously.
Is the shouting coming closer?
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"THIS! Is my BOOMSTICK!"
She's still laughing as she runs backward, and trips quite grandly over Hastur.
SquelcAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! is the noise, by the way, that an Osborn makes when they fall in a puddle of eldritch vomit.
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