>>6073643>>6073633NeoGenesis doesn't find much of use, a tornado of violence tore thorugh this place. A flashlight might be the best of it. Bright light and shining succour.
Amelius has better luck; a handgun is never a bad find. Just point and click at the bad things until they go away.
Rudimentary firearms handling 101 seems to be a missing memory, though. Well, you'll . . . learn on the job. Surely? It'll come back. It has to.
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Doors slide open. Things move in the dark.
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Acolyte is thrown back into a wall as Grimps comes in feet first, and everyone ends up in a sprawling pile with a thing of hate and fury and malice and so many many sharp claws and teeth and tearing, scratching, murderous violence, absolutely steaming, screaming mad and soaked in the chemical markers of submission from a prey-thing that doesn't want to stop struggling HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATEHATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATEHATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATEHATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATEHATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATEHATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATEHATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATEHATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATEHATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATEHATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATEHATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE
Having gone utterly and totally berserk, the creature is completely insensitive to pain and shock and suffering and lashes wildly out at everyone around it.
Also you're all on the floor, prone, sprawled out. No advanced acrobatics are possible and your movement speed is a slow rolling scoot.
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>ESCAPE PHASE>(THAT MEANS YOU LOT) 