RE: Werewolf XV II: The Final Frontier (Night 7 ends on the 17th of May, 10:00 PM EST)
The Undine was disguised. No one knew who or what he was; and he wouldn't have it any other way. He strut down the hallway, destination set for his latest kill, but unfortunately for him, though, this person was not a person at all, and it was one who was waiting for him; it was ChillBill.
The doors just behind ChillBill slammed shut and latched, and even though at the time he did not know, he was being blocked from going back. What the Undine did know is that Gorsha sent him to Engineering of all places, so he prepared for an easy fight against an Engineer. What he didn't know was the fact that who -- or what, rather -- he was looking for was a machine.
Stepping into Engineering, the door slammed behind him and locked. The Undine turned and growled. He didn't like surprises.
"Hello, and again, welcome to Farstar Engineering. Prepare to be gassed with a deadly amount of Warp Plasma. When we begin, you will die. We will begin in 5,367,295,285,459,890.4598 seconds." a female voice came over the intercomm, as if said through a smile, "5,367,295,285,459,890.4598; 3,675; 10; 4; 1; begin."
The vents were suddenly flooded with a green gas and began dumping into the chamber like a fluid. The paint bubbled and boiled, the steel began to corrode. It was obvious to the Undine that Warp Plasma was encroaching upon his position. He would have to act fast.
"Who are you?" he scowled.
"You know me already." it replied, voice, though robotic, sounded as if it was spoken through a smile, and a devilish one at that.
"Can't say I do." the Undine answered, eyes darting across the room for anything useful.
"Hello. My name is Computer. One of you killed my captain, prepare to die." the computer said, may or may no quoting a movie in the process.
Oh great. Hath no wrath of a woman's scorn. A robotic woman at that.
The Undine looked to the console to his right. With this information, he could easily defeat this foe. Leaping over a stray cloud of green plamsa, the alien quickly planted it's feet on the other side of the console and furiously typed on the screen. With one final press, the message on the screen flashed: "System Wipe"
ChillBill did not expect this.
"What are you doing? No! No! NonononononoOooOoOoOooOOoo()0o00[oh]ooo0oOOo!!!" the computer yelled, but in an instant, the voice was gone, the warp plasma had stopped. It was done.
Chillbill was:
The Undine fled, knowing full well that the warp plasma would trigger several alarms, and that the crew would soon be there.
Day 8 begins now and ends on the 24th of May, 10:00 PM EST
The Undine was disguised. No one knew who or what he was; and he wouldn't have it any other way. He strut down the hallway, destination set for his latest kill, but unfortunately for him, though, this person was not a person at all, and it was one who was waiting for him; it was ChillBill.
The doors just behind ChillBill slammed shut and latched, and even though at the time he did not know, he was being blocked from going back. What the Undine did know is that Gorsha sent him to Engineering of all places, so he prepared for an easy fight against an Engineer. What he didn't know was the fact that who -- or what, rather -- he was looking for was a machine.
Stepping into Engineering, the door slammed behind him and locked. The Undine turned and growled. He didn't like surprises.
"Hello, and again, welcome to Farstar Engineering. Prepare to be gassed with a deadly amount of Warp Plasma. When we begin, you will die. We will begin in 5,367,295,285,459,890.4598 seconds." a female voice came over the intercomm, as if said through a smile, "5,367,295,285,459,890.4598; 3,675; 10; 4; 1; begin."
The vents were suddenly flooded with a green gas and began dumping into the chamber like a fluid. The paint bubbled and boiled, the steel began to corrode. It was obvious to the Undine that Warp Plasma was encroaching upon his position. He would have to act fast.
"Who are you?" he scowled.
"You know me already." it replied, voice, though robotic, sounded as if it was spoken through a smile, and a devilish one at that.
"Can't say I do." the Undine answered, eyes darting across the room for anything useful.
"Hello. My name is Computer. One of you killed my captain, prepare to die." the computer said, may or may no quoting a movie in the process.
Oh great. Hath no wrath of a woman's scorn. A robotic woman at that.
The Undine looked to the console to his right. With this information, he could easily defeat this foe. Leaping over a stray cloud of green plamsa, the alien quickly planted it's feet on the other side of the console and furiously typed on the screen. With one final press, the message on the screen flashed: "System Wipe"
ChillBill did not expect this.
"What are you doing? No! No! NonononononoOooOoOoOooOOoo()0o00[oh]ooo0oOOo!!!" the computer yelled, but in an instant, the voice was gone, the warp plasma had stopped. It was done.
Chillbill was:
The Undine fled, knowing full well that the warp plasma would trigger several alarms, and that the crew would soon be there.
Day 8 begins now and ends on the 24th of May, 10:00 PM EST
