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Arenamontanus wrote: "Deus EX: Purity First" Production Still 008 by MSK
"OK, I always knew you were a ghoul, but this is taking things too far."
"Yolanda? Ah, hi! Sorry for the mess."
"I guess the person you really ought to apologize to is the owner of that arm."
"I took it fair and square."
"You did? I didn't think you had it in you. Should I call the militia, the asylum or the press?" (...)
Quincey Forder wrote: This is probably one of my favorite vignette to date!
Xagroth wrote: I hate you, Arenamontanus...
Kevin paused, panting and putting his hands on his thighs, bending at the knees. 1.1 G really takes it out of a morph, especially after years of Mars standard. Or was that the creepy-crawling terror that ran up and down his spine? He was tempted to throw up a skin that would recast the city in sunny flowers and ponies with unicorn horns that farted rainbows.
But...even for a 19 year old newbie Gatecrasher, that seemed like a really really really *bad* idea.
"Sign up for the lotto, Kevin. It'll be fun, Kevin. You could make bank, Kevin." He muttered, looking left and right. The eerie black walls - with their dripping pores and oozing wounds and dangling cables that stretched overhead - curved to the left and right, branching and re-branching in a pattern that Nikki tried to make sense of. The entropic map she provided should have led him back to the gate several dozen times over by now.
His muse didn't have to hear his thoughts to know he wanted to hear the time he had left. Nikki spoke, her voice gentle in his ear: "You've got fifteen minutes, Kevin.'
He gulped and started running again.
And behind him...something moved. Only a tiny tingle at the back of his neck, a sense of something faintly wrong, gave him the cue to look back. He saw *it* - the Minotaur - and threw himself flat. A black spike shot past where he had stood with a crack of cloven air. Kevin was on his feet and running before the spike had even stopped quivering in the wall.
Left. Right. Right. Left. He took the corners, his shoes skidding along the ground, gibbering fear clutching at his chest-
The gate, sitting almost half a click down one of the corridors. Nikki started to speak, but he cut her off with a thought. He didn't want to know how much time he had.
He ran straight, legs pounding, lungs burning, his vac-suit blowing cool air in his face. His back burned, his skin wanting to bunch up and crawl out of the way before the Minotaur drew a bead and-
Pain. Kevin hit the ground face first and skidded, screaming as pain lanced through his left shoulder. He looked up and - through the agony grating of broken bones and gods-know-what seeped into his body from the spike - he saw the gate.
It was open. The wormhole shimmered. He scrambled to his feet, his biofeedback screaming in his ears. He threw himself forward.
When he landed, another spike thrust through his gut. He clutched at it, gurgling on blood as he looked around the cold room: The auto-turrets were locked on him. His mesh-inserts keyed up to the firewalled greet-AI.
Kevin DeLarge: Heh...think these artifacts are gonna sell?
The auto-gun flamers kicked on.
Arenamontanus wrote: I was maintaining the software integrity of the dungeon after an excessive scene - let's just say that when an AGI with a borderline illegal nanotech body gets creative, things get messy and you need to clean not just the floor but the mesh.
lets adapt wrote: I believe Arenamontanus is Sandberg, yes?
DamionW wrote: While I have your attention, would it be possible to PM you and get some ideas on running that plotline? Hearing from the horse's mouth so to speak would be invaluable. Again, keep up the great work. It's heightening my enjoyment of the setting.