Goonhub
09-20-2012, 02:57 PM
The greatest moment I ever saw?
Music: http://youtu.be/7bW75OwVXZI
[New york Accent]
It was 45 minutes minutes into the round and I decided that it would be better of just watching this one from the sidelines. I had tried joining games this late before and it never worked out. So I guess I just new better this time.
The station was a wreck, there was gore and gibs spattered everywhere like last tuesdays marinara, but this sure as hell wasn't that tasty tomato based sauce we all know and love.
I homed in on the last speck of life on this damned station, 3 guys dragging their sorry asses through the maintenance tunnels towards the escape shuttle. They looked tired, bloodied and all together ready to drop like lead hams. But they kept on moving.
There was the chef, his mustache messed up and his hat half torn, a rolling pin swinging lazily at his side, the detective looked just as haggard as he ever did. But that's a space gumshoe for yah. And finally a Botanist. Fuck knows how that hippy survived, he looked the peppiest out of the three of them. I wondered what he'd been smoking and why he hadn't shared it with the other two. Asshole.
They got to the shuttle, it was empty apart from them each of their faces a was a totally different picture of relief and disappointment that they were saved but so alone.
It all happened so fast, the Botanist's back swelled up as two gnarled fleshy claws burst out like chewed toothpicks from the mouth of a $6 hooker. With an scream like an engine at 2AM it cleaved the detective in half, he didn't stand a chance. Hope he found peace wherever it send him.
But before the monstrosity could gather itself an almighty noise rang through the shuttle as a slug tore through the bastards hide. Then Another, Then Another. The Chef haspazardly emptied all the rounds from the detective's gun until all it was doing was clicking in his shaking hand.
The beast keeled over onto it''s side and somehow, god knows how that chef pulled himself to his feet and shoved that damn thing out of the airlock and into the inky blackness of nowhere. He stood in the doorway briefly, his ginger handlebar moustache twitching as the air rushed past him into the vacumn. And as the airlock slowly drew to a close he took one last look at the fallen horror and glared.
"Fuuk Oueff"
The End
Music: http://youtu.be/7bW75OwVXZI
[New york Accent]
It was 45 minutes minutes into the round and I decided that it would be better of just watching this one from the sidelines. I had tried joining games this late before and it never worked out. So I guess I just new better this time.
The station was a wreck, there was gore and gibs spattered everywhere like last tuesdays marinara, but this sure as hell wasn't that tasty tomato based sauce we all know and love.
I homed in on the last speck of life on this damned station, 3 guys dragging their sorry asses through the maintenance tunnels towards the escape shuttle. They looked tired, bloodied and all together ready to drop like lead hams. But they kept on moving.
There was the chef, his mustache messed up and his hat half torn, a rolling pin swinging lazily at his side, the detective looked just as haggard as he ever did. But that's a space gumshoe for yah. And finally a Botanist. Fuck knows how that hippy survived, he looked the peppiest out of the three of them. I wondered what he'd been smoking and why he hadn't shared it with the other two. Asshole.
They got to the shuttle, it was empty apart from them each of their faces a was a totally different picture of relief and disappointment that they were saved but so alone.
It all happened so fast, the Botanist's back swelled up as two gnarled fleshy claws burst out like chewed toothpicks from the mouth of a $6 hooker. With an scream like an engine at 2AM it cleaved the detective in half, he didn't stand a chance. Hope he found peace wherever it send him.
But before the monstrosity could gather itself an almighty noise rang through the shuttle as a slug tore through the bastards hide. Then Another, Then Another. The Chef haspazardly emptied all the rounds from the detective's gun until all it was doing was clicking in his shaking hand.
The beast keeled over onto it''s side and somehow, god knows how that chef pulled himself to his feet and shoved that damn thing out of the airlock and into the inky blackness of nowhere. He stood in the doorway briefly, his ginger handlebar moustache twitching as the air rushed past him into the vacumn. And as the airlock slowly drew to a close he took one last look at the fallen horror and glared.
"Fuuk Oueff"
The End