[H2][color=82ca9d]Amadeus Worthington![/color][/h2][hr][hr]
The man in the soiled rigsuit chuckled as the small ball of fuzz that was Rex crawled out from beneath his legs to get at the coffee pot. He chuckled even harder as he found that the pot was missing, as was the usual morning routine.

[color=82ca9d]"Awwww sorry there, Lil' Fuzz, Joe's on the go, courtesy of Mean and Green Worogoro! But don't worry, once he passes it, we'll be sippin' Joe and kickin' back in the midday sun, like al-"[/color]


[center][color=silver] Attention All Employees. There Is A Meeting In The Board Room In 10 Minutes. Please Do Not Be Late.[/color][/center]
The blaring crackle of the ramshackle PA system flicked a switch in Amadeus' brain, because before the message had even finished, his multi-tool was drawn and switched to its modified welding torch flamethrower mode. Panicked hyperventilation crackled through his mask as he pointed it at each of the exits.

His rigsuit became only slightly soiled as he put the multi-tool away and told himself to take a deep breath. And by deep breath, he meant several anti-psychotics and a handful of what looked like Sleepytime tea leaves from one of his suit pouches.

Yeah... Tea leaves.

With his copious amount of barbiturates ingested, he shuffled his way to the meeting room, but not before pausing to stare at the-
[center][h2][color=silver]LARGE METAL DOOR[/color][/h2][/center]
It made his skin crawl to look at it. It reminded him of the maintenence hallway doors aboard the USG JERUSALEM. In the back of his memory, the screams of terror resonated as it stood there. Just...
[center][h1][color=gray]M E N A C I N G[/color][/h1][/center]