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Mafia 10 - Who Goes There?
henri bemis:
"We can't just leave! We'd risk bringing this shit with us! The people at the other base tried to destroy it, taking themselves with it. And we, fucking geniuses we are, brought their bodies back here." She sighs, and takes a seat, elbows on her knees and fingers rubbing her temples. "I hate to say it, but we need to quarantine ourselves. Whatever this... thing is? It wants to get out, and we can't let it." She looks to the Commander. "This shit is above my bloody pay grade. I'm here to analyze rocks."
Masterpiece:
"As much as it pains me to say this, Linds, Henri is right. We're not going anywhere before we know for sure everyone is human."
He starts calibrating the spectometer, whilst going through the fact once again.
"So. We have an organism that's definitely not anything remotely from earth that is mimicking the behaviour and appearance of their hosts by violently consuming them. The process is violent and bloody enough to be seen by the naked eye. Skin contact with the Thing will not be harmful unless it is actively trying to consume you, although I am unsure if accidentally getting some of it in your mouth is safe. We should prepare our own meals and stay in constant seeing distance to one another."
Deep in thought, Masterpiece notices several crew members of J.W.Campbell missing. Irritated, he announces on the intercom:
"Hey you fucks I said I need you ALL in the medical bay right now, no exceptions. Get your sorry arses over here right now!"
de_la_Nae:
"Jesus...well maybe if this shit is real, I should take apart the snowmobiles."
ankhtahr:
While on the way to the medical station Ankh (his nickname because of the pendant he always wears) mutters to himself: "I didn't join this bloody expedition to be bossed around by everyone, especially not the bloody doctor. What can be so bloody important that even the "assistant" is needed. What kind of job description is this anyway: assistant. Assistant to whom or what?"
He enters the sickbay.
"Alright, here I am. What's the matter? And what the bloody hell is that on the table?"
He nearly stumbles back out of the room upon seeing the creature on the table.
mtmerrick:
"what's this I hear about cooking your own meals?"
*disgruntled face*
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