06-28-2017, 11:58 AM
As the purple pollen seeped into the cracks of his bloodied, ashened, vomit-covered armor, he couldn’t help but stare.
The hull of the Ishimura creaked as it rocked back and forth, floating derelict through the void. Sterile, yellow lights flickered above him, reflecting off of the pools of blood on the metallic floor. It revealed messages scrawled on the walls, symbols of a language ancient and indecipherable. Steam and mist drifted through the air as they shot up from pipes and clawed up ventilation shafts. The ship reeked of decayed, acrid flesh, the smell infesting his nostrils and plaguing his lungs as he breathed in the rot and filth. He heard chattering, inhuman growling and wailing; it pierced his mind, digging into his head like a worm. Yet one voice rose above the others and drove him to action: her voice. Even as the things that took her away from him closed in, her voice pushed him forward.
“Isaac.” Nicole said before the sound dissipated from memory.
His limbs throbbing, his stomach churning, and his head consumed by dizzying, despairing insanity, he charged at the first monster he saw that appeared within the darkness of the room.
A massive, muscled Necromorph turned out to be the one. Two enormous blades jutted out from its shoulder blades, a large cut shaped in a Z chipped along the surface. It lumbered underneath its skinless bulk, its muscles and organs morphed together in a charred heap of meat and bones.
It turned as he ran at him, yellow eyes illuminating the inside of its bashed skull. It roared a deep, throaty roar and sprinted towards him. To his left, he heard the shriek of another monster; a thinner Necromorph, one with a beak made out of the open, laughing maw of its flayed skull and a torn, slashed up maid costume on its body, had noticed the fight and was joining in with a war cry and charge of its own. Up above him, wings made out of skin and cellulite flapping with the wind, something laughed a high-pitched, alien laugh. He was outnumbered, with only his fists to fight them off.
It really was just like the Ishimura. He giggled to himself.
He collided with the bulky Necromorph. Isaac’s head rattled inside his helmet as he fell to the ground. The twin-bladed corpse rose from the ground only to be knocked back down by the squawking maid. It tore into the downed opponent, elongated talons ripping through the flesh of itself and of the enemy it attempted to kill.
Clarke pushed himself up, the one goal he had drowning the pain racking his body. He lunged onto the back of the bird-beaked Necromorph. They toppled to the floor, rolling around before stopping with Isaac on top of the costumed creature.
The beaked corpse reacted first, talons digging into his armor and cutting into his skin. His fists scraped against the protruding, hardened, teeth-filled beak; his fists pounded into the squishy mass of meat below him. The thing’s claws ripped apart his chest, but it was a dull throb more than anything else. It screamed underneath him.
He heard a deep, magnificent roar behind him. It was enough to make the ground shake.
A wave of agony shot up his spine as he was tossed into the air. Metal clanked against metal as he careened into the ground. Rolling onto his back, he looked up. The yellow-eyed Necromorph towered over the battered, beaked monster, staring down at it as if considering what to do.
Gritting his teeth to bite back the pain swarming his body, he moved onto his stomach. He pointed his arm at the beast, tapping away at the band attached to his hand. A blue, baseball-sized, transparent sphere of energy materialized around his arm. He squinted one eye, aiming the ball at the muscled monster.
The bulked-up Necromorph pressed its foot against the beaked beast’s chest. It raised one of its blades.
Clarke fired the sphere.
It splashed into the yellow-eyed corpse’s body. Its flesh turned a dark shade of blue. Its movement slowed to a crawl.
The thinner Necromorph glanced at him for nary a moment before it pushed off its opponent’s foot and dashed off.
Clarke reached into his knapsack and pulled out a stick of dynamite. The field surrounding the body of the bulky necromorph flickered.
He grabbed the wick between two fingers. He flicked them up. The blackened strand ignited into sparkles.
With all the energy he could muster, he threw the explosive at the yellow-eyed corpse just as the stasis field dissipated. It landed right next to its feet.
Isaac swore he saw the thing’s eyes widen as the black powder inside the stick exploded into smoke, fire, and crimson shrapnel.
The hull of the Ishimura creaked as it rocked back and forth, floating derelict through the void. Sterile, yellow lights flickered above him, reflecting off of the pools of blood on the metallic floor. It revealed messages scrawled on the walls, symbols of a language ancient and indecipherable. Steam and mist drifted through the air as they shot up from pipes and clawed up ventilation shafts. The ship reeked of decayed, acrid flesh, the smell infesting his nostrils and plaguing his lungs as he breathed in the rot and filth. He heard chattering, inhuman growling and wailing; it pierced his mind, digging into his head like a worm. Yet one voice rose above the others and drove him to action: her voice. Even as the things that took her away from him closed in, her voice pushed him forward.
“Isaac.” Nicole said before the sound dissipated from memory.
His limbs throbbing, his stomach churning, and his head consumed by dizzying, despairing insanity, he charged at the first monster he saw that appeared within the darkness of the room.
A massive, muscled Necromorph turned out to be the one. Two enormous blades jutted out from its shoulder blades, a large cut shaped in a Z chipped along the surface. It lumbered underneath its skinless bulk, its muscles and organs morphed together in a charred heap of meat and bones.
It turned as he ran at him, yellow eyes illuminating the inside of its bashed skull. It roared a deep, throaty roar and sprinted towards him. To his left, he heard the shriek of another monster; a thinner Necromorph, one with a beak made out of the open, laughing maw of its flayed skull and a torn, slashed up maid costume on its body, had noticed the fight and was joining in with a war cry and charge of its own. Up above him, wings made out of skin and cellulite flapping with the wind, something laughed a high-pitched, alien laugh. He was outnumbered, with only his fists to fight them off.
It really was just like the Ishimura. He giggled to himself.
He collided with the bulky Necromorph. Isaac’s head rattled inside his helmet as he fell to the ground. The twin-bladed corpse rose from the ground only to be knocked back down by the squawking maid. It tore into the downed opponent, elongated talons ripping through the flesh of itself and of the enemy it attempted to kill.
Clarke pushed himself up, the one goal he had drowning the pain racking his body. He lunged onto the back of the bird-beaked Necromorph. They toppled to the floor, rolling around before stopping with Isaac on top of the costumed creature.
The beaked corpse reacted first, talons digging into his armor and cutting into his skin. His fists scraped against the protruding, hardened, teeth-filled beak; his fists pounded into the squishy mass of meat below him. The thing’s claws ripped apart his chest, but it was a dull throb more than anything else. It screamed underneath him.
He heard a deep, magnificent roar behind him. It was enough to make the ground shake.
A wave of agony shot up his spine as he was tossed into the air. Metal clanked against metal as he careened into the ground. Rolling onto his back, he looked up. The yellow-eyed Necromorph towered over the battered, beaked monster, staring down at it as if considering what to do.
Gritting his teeth to bite back the pain swarming his body, he moved onto his stomach. He pointed his arm at the beast, tapping away at the band attached to his hand. A blue, baseball-sized, transparent sphere of energy materialized around his arm. He squinted one eye, aiming the ball at the muscled monster.
The bulked-up Necromorph pressed its foot against the beaked beast’s chest. It raised one of its blades.
Clarke fired the sphere.
It splashed into the yellow-eyed corpse’s body. Its flesh turned a dark shade of blue. Its movement slowed to a crawl.
The thinner Necromorph glanced at him for nary a moment before it pushed off its opponent’s foot and dashed off.
Clarke reached into his knapsack and pulled out a stick of dynamite. The field surrounding the body of the bulky necromorph flickered.
He grabbed the wick between two fingers. He flicked them up. The blackened strand ignited into sparkles.
With all the energy he could muster, he threw the explosive at the yellow-eyed corpse just as the stasis field dissipated. It landed right next to its feet.
Isaac swore he saw the thing’s eyes widen as the black powder inside the stick exploded into smoke, fire, and crimson shrapnel.
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Summary!
- Everyone has been affected by the Super Move, so everyone's gone nuts!
- Isaac takes a moment to stare into the environment of the Ishimura.
- Isaac charges at the Twin-Bladed Necromorph (Zedd) while a Beaked Necromorph (Tamsin) does the same. A Laughing Necromorph (Clownpiece) laughs from above.
- Isaac and Zedd collide into each other, with Tamsin knocking Zedd into teh ground. The Super Move causes her to mindlessly flail her crescent blades into Zedd while he's down, hurting both him and herself in the process.
- Isaac leaps onto Tamsin and rolls her onto her back and tries to beat the crap out of her. In return, he gets slashed up by Tamsin's crescent blades.
- Zedd gets back up and tosses Isaac to the side. He prepares to kill Tamsin.
- Isaac uses his stasis module to slow Zedd down. Tamsin runs off.
- Isaac tosses a stick of dynamite at Zedd, which explodes underneath him.
I HATH USED AN ITEM OF DYNAMITE!
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