Engine room door successfully opened, good job Isaac.
Whoa
whoa whoa, where are you dragging that corpse to, exactly?
You know what? It doesn't matter, I'll shoot you anyways.
Caught these guys unaware. Like shooting dead fish in a barrel.
Now to just activate... the... th-- OK, what the hell is that thing?
It's a roly-poly necro! He waddles so
menacingly.
Want some cake? It's got plasma frosting! That was pretty easy to kill---
It... gushed something out, it's like the floor is moving...
T'was full of pricklers, grooooosssss. There's so many!
The handy dandy flamethrower spreads the love...
...in a nice steady flow of left to right and back.
They pop good! Like little necro-popcorn.
pop pop pop pop pop pop
Hehehe, thought you could escape the flame, didya?
F.T.: nom nom nom
The rest of roly-poly was pulling itself towards me the whole time, Ripsaw rewards him by making him travel size.
Lookit all the info and charts! It'll take a genius to figure out what to do at this console, forunately, I am such a genius.
'Walk close enough to engage one-button functionality'. Only one who knows the intricate defination of such instructions could decipher that.
I AM THE BEST
The ignition is initiated. Things spin and noise is made. Lot's of noise. Too much noise. Gawd, shut up engine, your going to attract unwanted attention!
FFFFFFFFFFF too late, unwanted visitors decide to visit.
The mighty Isaac crushes your pitiful skull!
Pistol punched you sneaking sneaker!
Parried! Good show, old chap.
I'll just shoot you in the chin and be done with it, like a gentleman.
Getting a bit crowded in that corner, so I'm making a mad dash up this ramp to get a better view my attackers.
Fools! Fighting me only brings doom to you! Do you wish for that? For doom? Because your getting it.
See? Doom dispensed and now your longer among the 'living', as it were.
For some reason, the one with no legs moves the quickest of the bunch. He might be... leg impaired, but maybe that motivates him to be just as deadly or more so than his allies.
Someone that full of motivation needs to be shot in the face.
This guy is enraged by the deaths of all his comrades, and fights me with a vigilance not seen in many necros.
UM. I am out of ammo in the clip, can you not run towards me? ...shit
Genuine terror is felt.
Epic clash of the human-sized titans.
Like all good fist fights, it ends with someone getting shot.
Then stomped, naturally.
Ugh. That was more work than I was expecting to do here. Let's get this thing roaring.
And roar she does.
Farewell room, many have fallen here but I'll try my best not to remember any of them. Except for roly-poly, I want to see more of him.
Congratulations are given, congratulations do not pay for ammo or health, be helpful Zach, I don't need congratulations, I need more killing power.
Being Kendra, she stops the good times and informs us that asteroid defense system is offline and we're pretty much in an asteroid field.
The ships in danger of being ripped to shreds because of said asteroids. Where are the flying triangles when you need them?
Nicole? Is that you? It's a short message and I am unable to respond.
Some punk jumped me when I was on my way to the tram. I told him I didn't have any spare credits for him. He kinda flipped.
Ahh, the only reliable thing on this ship, the tram. Let's ride!
Z's are catched and I catalogue this next chapter of my adventure as 'Obliteration Imminent'. I was always the optimistic one.
Shit is broken and I'm wanted. Seems like they only call when they want something, never to just chat.
Kendra is rustled because she thinks Zach is keeping info from us, the Marker is on ship and in one of the cargo holds.
Probably by not pointing up, that will get you shot in a lot of places.
Still waiting for the day a giant dragonfly ship will be made, I will buy it and name it... Lexx. And I'll do my damndest to find an undead assassin to accompany me.
When was the last time this suit was washed? Not recently, I can tell you that.
Crap crap crap. I don't do well with bio scans. Lots of people make fun of people with the squirrel bio mod. It's useful, damnit!
I... don't think that guy passed the scan, it's not like it's a test that will kill you if you fail.
...right?
UNLESS THE SCAN IS A TENTACLE OF DEATH
Too slow to roast it. This is the other reason why I hate bio scans.
Understandably I'm a bit cautious of this hole.
For good reason!
The worst thing is that it smells like burnt gopher. Don't ask.
Yes... I am an Ishimura Officer. I <3 the Ishimura, best planet hole puncher in the galaxy!
Big place. Photos don't do this place justice. Many asteroids are flying past the windows. Big ones, small ones, some the size of your head.
'
Tomorrow is a good idea'? What does that even
mean?
*
CRASH* What the--? WHY DOES EVERYTHING HAVE TO GO BAD?!
I am a magnet for everything wrong in the galaxy.
No shit hull breach. There's holes in the ceiling and wall. Maybe I should make the repair of the system a top priority.
I am told of the impact, thanks, I already knew. But containment is holding, so I'm not going to go flying off into space. For now.
An audio log of the former bridge occupiers. They are being slaughtered and requesting immediate security help. It doesn't matter, your all going to die.
All those space pebbles could mean the death of me and whats left of my team.
I am Isaac. I will prevail over rocks.