Opposite the elevator is a map showing that the engine room can be reached by following the Orange Line. Before you can act on this information or head back to the hab level, that dreadful feeling assaults your brain again. A voice echoes in your head; seemingly in the center of your mind. A voice of many smaller voices: " No more. It threatens us. This will not harm us further..."
A loud BAM! is heard; as something monstrous lands on the elevator car, pushing it down deeper into the shaft. A hulking brute; vaguely humanoid and all the more horrible for the resemblance, extricates itself from the doorway...
edited 9th Jul '15 10:15:01 AM by dvorak
Now everyone pat me on the back and tell me how clever I am!Yes, let's shoot ourselves so that the brute won't have to kill us instead. Or, y'know, shooting the brute?
But we have hair! Who's going to be Curly?
But back to the situation at hand...
Can we PLEASE use the blaster to shoot the cookie and duck obsessed part of our brain? Pretty please?
After we kill the brute, of course.
edited 9th Jul '15 10:32:22 AM by UndyingPhoenix
I'm going to say "no" to self-inflicted brain surgery by incendiary firearm.
I am going to reiterate: We need to duck, and then attack again. I'd like to try out the nifty little offensive part of the PSI-amp (plasma burst).
edited 9th Jul '15 10:33:10 AM by Ripsaw
Be careful what you wish for, 'cause you might just get it all...Oh, yea, that's be cool. Though, what if he reflects or absorbs that element?
...I guess we'll have to find out for ourselves.
Dodge! (5; critical success): You duck out of the way, and combat roll out of range of it's swings
Infusion (5): You pull your blaster in your off hand (yay multitasker!) and infuse your will into the glob of plasma brewing in it's insides. Your desperation to kill the beast infuses it with corrosive properties. The bolt smacks it center of mass and begins gnawing heartwards...
Hallucination (1; critical failure): Despite how hot you found that picture; this guy doesn't like it at all. Your nose begns to bleed...
The monster charges forward like a linebacker...
Now everyone pat me on the back and tell me how clever I am!

Oh, no, I quite like my hand getting singed each and every time I use the blaster because someone keeps rolling 6's.
Anyway, what's next? We did the thing with the cleaner, so we head to Life Support now?