@SilverDawn Yeah, Basoth pretty much jumped over you and took the shot for you, And now he's running full force at the door behind the big trident guy. To put it bluntly.Hm. I'm probably going to wait until after Kritical posts the next story. Probably because Hot Socks is too scared to move.
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So, before I post anything, I take it that alien-spear-lady just tried to stab evil-leader-man, and liquid-transform-man took one for the team?
[Edit] SilverDawn I don't know who the "red suit" is supposed to be. But I have a feeling you wanted to place your guy near River.I changed it 30 seconds after I posted it. That's some MLG refreshing time right there.
Hot Socks near instantly turned his body around. He was startled from someone suddenly appearing behind him. Even though the tone seemed to sound calm, and collected, he still jumped. Not literally, of course. He looked at the man, and heard what he had to say. "Uh... Yea. Sure." He said in response to the preposition of fighting them. In truth, Hot Socks didn't have any real fighting training. He would rarely fight. He was the type of person who would talk to people (except for earlier, in which he didn't quite know what to do, so he knocked out some random alien kidnapper). "So, uh... I guess the plan is to stay behind me and leap out when I duck." He said in his metallic voice. The plan was something he just thought of, comparing his large stature to the other person.
He turned to the doorway, and charged out. His large metal fist was up, and his body was obscuring a large area. He yelled without meaning to get their attention, and then he ducked, keeping his arm up. What most people didn't see was him pulling out the small pistol from earlier, and firing multiple times in the direction of the aliens.
An exit..., Hot Socks thought. It wasn't a good idea for him, though. He probably couldn't survive the fall. He was too heavy. A loud alarm played. Was that me?, he thought. He turned to see all of the guards flooding past where he was. Something must have been causing a ruckus on the ship. Seeing how he was still stuck in the ship, he waited for the guards to pass. Once they appeared to be all gone, he crept out of the door, making his way around. As he walked through the alarmed hallways (which covered his usually clunky footsteps), a single guard came running. He was late. Hot Socks crept into a single room, and as the guard came by, Hot Socks grabbed him. The guard was taken by surprise, and couldn't muster the strength fast enough to fight back. Hot Socks threw him on the ground, and a large clang rang out. He had punched the alien in the head. Not enough to kill them, but enough to knock them out for a long while. The guard was armed with a shield and a small pistol. Hot Socks took the shield, and put it on his back. He took the pistol, and kept it under his cloak.
He left the room to skulk around some more. After a minute or two of walking, he came into an interesting sight. Some generic guards, and one big ol' dude in a red suit. That must be the final boss", he thought. They seemed to be banging on a door, trying to get in. Hot Socks was quite curious of this, and peaked out a bit more. He accidentally banged his metal arm on the wall, getting the attention of all of them.
"Uh. Hi.", he said in his metallic voice, all of the aliens looking at him.
Hot Socks was being pushed in a line towards large pods. He deduced that if they were trying to put people into pods, they would probably be collectors. He decided to stop playing along with these so called collectors, and waited for his time to strike. Waiting... Waiting... The time wasn't coming. The rhythm of those pushing him was unbreakable. He couldn't just get their attention like that. Something had to help him when a loud thud hit the roof. The guards were disoriented for a mere moment, but it was enough. He slammed his metal fist into one of the guards stomach, and charged past them, towards the nearest doorway. Anyone caught in the way would have to experience the full force of a fully charged Brass Knuckle Punch.
-snip -Also, where would you find nothing to possess?I would assume rooms of flesh. Giant rooms of flesh. Meatshacks, if you will.
"What's that?"
The robber said. Hot Socks instinctively turned around. The robber made a break for it, and in response, Hot Socks lifted up his right arm. The robber collided straight into it, breaking his glasses and his noise. Hot Socks saw a weird ship. It looked real alien to him. He became a bit curious. He ran towards it, and near the ocean. He stopped. A small ship hovered over him. He was confused, but then he realized that he was, for lack of a better term, screwed. He started to struggle, but it was too late. He started to be brought up slowly, but surely.I am ashamed of this one, so it is erased.
And so I replied. Everyone else is swallowed by procrastination >.>God help me and my Dota.
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