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Mafia 10 - Who Goes There?
Masterpiece:
Pistorious catches eye contact with Chaos. His words already had the effects he had intended: Distrust. Vigilance.
His voice shaking, he appeals to Chaos:
"Well what do you expect me to do, huh? I can't just sit here and do nothing. People are dying, C! You know what we are right now, Chaos? Prey. We have a wolf in sheep skin among us. We. HAVE. To. Let everyone know.
What if you were to be consumed tonight, just because you ate tainted food? I could never forgive myself. We have to stay together. Do you know why grassland animals like sheep, cows, gazelles or zebra flock together? Because a herd is harder for predators to attack than a stray. We have to watch our backs if we want to survive this mess.
Chaos, if you have to, test me. But it's a waste -"
he takes a small letter opener out of his desk, cuts a deep wound into his left index finger and catches the blood in a petri glass.
" - because I'm innocent.
My blood is here. The spectrometer is calibrated. All you need to do is press the button.
But I'm not going to stand here and do nothing. Merrick, let's go. I see Ankh is already outside waiting for us. Reliable motherfucker."
He starts lifting the two faced figure.
"Lets burn this piece of shit."
Game and Watch Forever:
--- Quote from: Masterpiece on 24 May 2013, 03:05 ---"Seeing as you're not interested in saving your bloody hides , I'll do this over this intercom:
The station has been compromised by an alien life form.
This 'Thing' is capable of consuming life forms, imitating them in minute detail. Your compatriots could already have turned. Trust nobody. Do not spend time alone, always have at least two people at your side at all times. Prepare your own meals.
And get the fuck over to the medical bay so we can determine who to test!"
--- End quote ---
Alphonse Valentino, aka Game and Watch, awoke with a start. He'd been working really hard last night during his off hours on his latest prototype handheld gaming device. This would be the one that wouldn't spark or explode as soon as someone started up a game or pressed the on switch. No longer would his fellow crewmen refer to him as 'Game and Wreck' or 'Game and Weirdo.'
But that day won't ever come if everyone was turned into an alien. Assuming he heard all that right. He wasn't convinced he wasn't dreaming. He got up, quickly got dressed, and headed to the med bay. He arrived just in time to see Masterpiece lifting what he could only refer to as a... thing...
"Holy shit, you weren't kidding..."
Masterpiece:
"Glitch and Watch, there you are! De la Nae is outside, working on the snowmobiles, and asked for your help."
de_la_Nae:
The runners on the sleds and snowmobiles removed and the key secreted away, de la Nae stood back to look at her handy work, then looked out toward the shed where the dogs were kept. "..."
Returning to the crew preparing to burn the body, the unhappy vehicle keeper voiced an unfortunate thought. "Um...should we burn the dogs?"
((I've got to go and I don't know if I'll be back by the deadline this evening, so here's my vote to Test MtMerrick. Because.))
J:
Dr. J arrives late to the meeting, with bedhead, in his bathrobe, holding a cup of coffee in one hand and the last few bites of a microwaved burrito in the other. He's grumbling something about the damn antarctic nights sodomizing his sleep schedule.
"Ok, ok, I'm here. Real funny on the intercom you assholes; I'm gonna remember this when the next round of physicals comes up." He pauses, sniffs the air, "And who the fuck has been smoking in my infirmary?"
[sorry for being late guys]
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