>>5282317Well you certainly didn’t need <span class="mu-i">LY</span> to figure that out! Sinking deeper behind a very large and feisty anemone, you feel the hair on your neck prickle as a twitching orb of… <span class="mu-i">stuff</span> rockets through the water and <span class="mu-i">erases</span> an entire kelp forest behind you! Watching chunks of rubble topple into the freshly-dug crater, you give Syb a stern look–is she ready for this?
“No,” She hisses as you hear the gun warm up several yards away, “But we don’t really have time for preparations, do we?”
Before you can respond with one of your classic <span class="mu-i">COOL</span> and <span class="mu-i">CLASSIC</span> one-liners, opportunity beats you to the punch when you hear the sound of something massive approaching in the distance… followed by another volley of cannon fire!
When you realize you’re not dead a few seconds later, you venture a peek outside of your cover. Though still far away, you couldn’t miss it if you tried–a fiendish mass of tentacles the size of a cruise ship <span class="mu-b">(See Thread 11, true believers!-ed)</span> emerges from the darkness just in time to get lit up… <span class="mu-i">AGAIN!</span>
“The <span class="mu-r">DEMON!</span>” Sybil shouts in perfect monster movie bystander fashion, “It’s back!”
Yea, you grin, what a <span class="mu-i">DUMBASS!</span>
If it feels its matter being, uh, <span class="mu-i">dispersed</span>, it doesn’t show it–much. Sending a bone-rattling shriek through the inky blackness around you, the <span class="mu-r">DEMON</span> maintains a healthy distance away, but doesn’t retreat. Talk about decent timing!
Before Syb or Ly can make another obvious observation, you sprint as fast as your stubby legs can take you in the direction of the nearest cannon! Feeling Lil’ Stanley cling to your back for dear life, you maintain your speed as Sybil blinks into existence next to you!
“Serendipitous, hm?!”
Yea, sure, you huff as you vault over the open maw of a giant clam, you’ll talk about it in a bit! Flashes of blinding light pop in and out of existence as the cannons lay into the beast, giving you brief glimpses at where you’re headed… and the monster guarding the lab! Despite being a few football fields away, you feel a chill run down your spine as you see mottled, scabby skin dotted with countless toothy mouths and black, pupiless eyes!
“EYES FRONT!”
Oh, right! Darting around a territorial <span class="mu-r">SEA WORM,</span> you give the creepy-crawly a good kick as you dash up the hill to where the cannon sits. Though covered in barnacles, algae, and a surprising amount of fiddler crabs, once you get close you can’t unsee it–a structure the size of a <span class="mu-g">ZOOM MART</span> sporting a matching gun turret!
“Stan, honey,” Ly mutters as you stare in awe, “Please, uh, please stop thinkin’ about da’ turret like dat’...”
Wha? Who’s thinking? Wh-anyways, you’re here now! You’re at the gun! Sidling up against its surface, you, Ly, and Sybil scour the cannon for an entrance!
“There ain’t one, cupcake.”
There <span class="mu-i">isn’t</span> one. Shit.
>CONTD. 