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You are a mothman. You have a gun. As an Agent of the Company, you know exactly what must be done and are willing to do whatever it takes to complete the Mission. The City is calling. Glory and Terror await.
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In the City, in a split second, time changes. The anger inside goes away and you are finally able to see clearly now. Everything slows down.
You trace the slight shift of the RED Leader's revolver from you to the dying Captain in the murk of the tunnel. Second hands relinquish their wicked weapons now unwanted, scrabble for the BIG IRON at your hip, and instantaneously take aim.
<span class="mu-s">BLAM!</span>
The telltale power of the BREAKER BULLET violently twists your steady aim apart but oh it is <span class="mu-i">glorious</span> to behold. The entire storm drain is illuminated by the tremendous muzzle flash like the midnight sun and a bright white light devours everything. You see nothing, feel only the recoil.
You hate that.
Muscles move on their own, fire two more rounds into the blinding white before you are able to admire your handiwork.
The RED team Leader stands with his gun at his side and his beret at his feet. He remains still, so very still, staring at the ironbound ceiling of catwalk and grates above. You watch for what's coming and an innermost joy swells in your heart. <span class="mu-g">Pulsing blue cracks are seared across his helmet like a shattered mirror - the telltale sign of a <span class="mu-s">broken</span> mind.</span> There's a filtered hiss as the Leader doubles over and he broadcasts his choking screams as if he's drowning on his own two feet.
<span class="mu-g">[CRUELTY]Yes... this is it. The feeling is coming back to you. The thrill of destruction!
+COMPOSURE</span>
COMPOSURE: 2/3 (+1 max COMPOSURE from Night-Watch Mushroom Extract)
You take aim and prepare the last shot for the finish -
<span class="mu-i">phUNKphUNKphUNKphUNK</span>
- and throw yourself to the side as the RED Support charges from your flank and fires off a salvo from that damnable pneumatic rifle!
You respond in kind by hurriedly shooting the Leader square in the chest. He falls, but you know he's not dead yet. Twice damn that armor! Cracked yet still unshattered!?
"CAPTAIN!" Support screams in horror as he stops laying down his hail of suppressive fire. He freezes up but gets a hold of himself and motions to the Heavy. Braver than most mooks, certainly. "REDD UNIT, RETRACT AND GIVE US COVER."
The sluggish suit of power armor stomps towards the sound of his voice. Mindless, sluggish, hulking iron. An R Company unmanned unit, no doubt. Sending in a robot to do an Agent's job? Pathetic.
Last Thread: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5776609/
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In the City, in a split second, time changes. The anger inside goes away and you are finally able to see clearly now. Everything slows down.
You trace the slight shift of the RED Leader's revolver from you to the dying Captain in the murk of the tunnel. Second hands relinquish their wicked weapons now unwanted, scrabble for the BIG IRON at your hip, and instantaneously take aim.
<span class="mu-s">BLAM!</span>
The telltale power of the BREAKER BULLET violently twists your steady aim apart but oh it is <span class="mu-i">glorious</span> to behold. The entire storm drain is illuminated by the tremendous muzzle flash like the midnight sun and a bright white light devours everything. You see nothing, feel only the recoil.
You hate that.
Muscles move on their own, fire two more rounds into the blinding white before you are able to admire your handiwork.
The RED team Leader stands with his gun at his side and his beret at his feet. He remains still, so very still, staring at the ironbound ceiling of catwalk and grates above. You watch for what's coming and an innermost joy swells in your heart. <span class="mu-g">Pulsing blue cracks are seared across his helmet like a shattered mirror - the telltale sign of a <span class="mu-s">broken</span> mind.</span> There's a filtered hiss as the Leader doubles over and he broadcasts his choking screams as if he's drowning on his own two feet.
<span class="mu-g">[CRUELTY]Yes... this is it. The feeling is coming back to you. The thrill of destruction!
+COMPOSURE</span>
COMPOSURE: 2/3 (+1 max COMPOSURE from Night-Watch Mushroom Extract)
You take aim and prepare the last shot for the finish -
<span class="mu-i">phUNKphUNKphUNKphUNK</span>
- and throw yourself to the side as the RED Support charges from your flank and fires off a salvo from that damnable pneumatic rifle!
You respond in kind by hurriedly shooting the Leader square in the chest. He falls, but you know he's not dead yet. Twice damn that armor! Cracked yet still unshattered!?
"CAPTAIN!" Support screams in horror as he stops laying down his hail of suppressive fire. He freezes up but gets a hold of himself and motions to the Heavy. Braver than most mooks, certainly. "REDD UNIT, RETRACT AND GIVE US COVER."
The sluggish suit of power armor stomps towards the sound of his voice. Mindless, sluggish, hulking iron. An R Company unmanned unit, no doubt. Sending in a robot to do an Agent's job? Pathetic.
