>>5254654>>5254665>>5254854>>5254869You unsling your gun from your back with one arm, not an easy task in-and-of-itself, but apparently threats to your life can be a good motivator into doing things properly. You steady the weapon, feeling the charge of energy building up within it.
You let it fly.
You watch the large cyan burst of energy crackle and extend forwards, tearing through the frenzied tube of flesh and blasting forward into the Gut Thing. The burning light from the metallic cylinder continues for a at least a minute, as the mass of flesh squelches and quivers as though in protest. Then, finally the beam dims and the Gut Thing goes slack with it, flesh burning and steaming. You idly note that the appendage on your arm had fallen loose at some point, but youre too enraptured by the spectacle in front of you.
Where once, a large mass of intestinal flesh and carpet-like strands of meaty protrusions made up the Gut Thing, now a steamed oozing mess with a torso-sized hole punched in it remains. You move closer to it to confirm with a kick that, yup. It's very, very dead.
You eye the cylindrical gun in your hands very warily after that, carefully reattaching it to your back.
In the distance, you can hear the murmuring of the Orphan and several indistinct chattering cries. Oops. You <span class="mu-i">probably</span> alerted a bunch of things to your positioning.
>Hurry up and leave. There's nothing for you here.>Explore around a bit, you can spare a few minutes.>Search the immediate area for anything useful.>See if your Energy-Tracking Device is aware of anything of value here.>Write-in.<span class="mu-b">Shots remaining in Gun: 5. (Time until recharge: ??)</span>
