Ugh, that sucked. Went back into the building. At least I got the chance to try and pop the locks, except the damn door was already open. Maybe I ought to start breaking into the armory for some form of challenge. Cindy tried to kick the door open though. That's about -50 'I have a brain' points right there. Which just got proved later on. But anyway! We found a way down into the tunnels. We all piled down after I got the rope secured to a piece of support beam that wasn't rotted or rusted through. It was Kenny's rope, so I guess she gets some credit too.
Down in the tunnel, we didn't even get that far. We got rushed by some big fragging monster, the other later said it was the one in charge, at least locally. Cindy, having no common sense, decided to charge the goddamn thing and damn near got her face ripped off for her trouble. The rest of us(aside from Lexi, who played some kind of kickass battle tune on that sax of hers), you know, the ones with some -sense-, and god, I can't believe I'm including -Hal- and the goon squad in that, opened up on the big critter and damn near vaporized it. The little pseudo-zombie fucks swarmed in from behind it, but they weren't much of an issue too. With a little help from Andrew, I managed to keep Cindy from bleeding to death. At that point, we needed to evacuate. Both for Cindy, and for Lexi, who got knocked around by the little critters, plus the fact that the big jackass ripped open one of the water pipes. Lexi wasn't hurt too bad, at least.
Called in the medevac chopper and plopped down to distract myself while the others talked things over/did some kind of voodoo to figure out what else was up. Apperantly that big fucker was a 'wendigo', and Kenny had brought it's frozen heart along with her. Found out later that to properly keep the goddamn monster dead, we all had to drink it's boiled heart. That was...interesting, and that's all I'll say about -that-. Except I do feel a bit smarter. Faster, maybe, I Dunno. It's...weird. Anyhow. Andrew also dropped some bad news on us about the whole situation being worse then we thought. Alot more tunnels and bad guys, apperantly. Yay, I get to spend more time in the frozen North. Where's my floating magic city?
That little cocktard I've been being stalked by had a message waiting for me the moment I opened up the laptop. Our usual back and forth insults followed, along with a particularly good one I got in about his mom being a 5-cent hooker and him being mad he got overcharged. Heh, that was awesome. He made some snark-ass comment about if I'd say that to his face. Crazy fuckin' thing next. Jackass typed perfectly clearly for once instead of his usual l33t-tard shit, right before something smacked into the back of my head. Little fucker hit me with a paintball with these awesome little Horde symbols in it. At least he admits which faction is better. Threatened to beat him to death with his own femur and asked Kenny to sweep the area behind me with that rifle of hers. Apperantly she spotted someone, but didn't have time to shoot. The little asshole left a calling card though of sorts, some sort of greek helmet. After I went out to grab it, it just...changed into that awesome eyepatch/IR scope/radar gadget from MGS4. I guess the prick isn't as much of a jerkass as I thought. Maybe I'll let him actually win a round for once. ....nah, fuck that noise. Gonna be interesting to see if this new ability to type properly continues.
And, y'know, Cindy isn't too bad. Good sense of humor, at least, even if she's a bit brainless about her attack methods....oh, fuckin' A. Now the Director is bitching about me blogging during a briefing. Can't a girl get a goddamn break these days? This is important shit, she's just yammering on about Jotunheim or something. I'll read the goddamn quest text lady, just lemme alone.
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