Goonhub
12-17-2012, 06:44 PM
'Twas the night of the Snowman Apocalypse. Arrivals was covered in snow, walls were missing, and there was a big square bunker in the middle of the hallway by the marketplace. I was manning my usual obnoxious gimmicky post at the.. Trading Post, handing random items back and forth to the hapless, frantic crewmembers, when shortly after a kind donor ran off to bring me some insulated gloves, my corner of the market suddenly burst into flames. Immediately after the flames died down I tried to roll around and put myself out when lasers flew out of god-knows-where and sent me into crit. That was when I heard the screams.
The screams of the damned. The horrible snowy damned.
And yetis.
I was on the brink of death, but I held on. By "held on" I, of course, mean, refused to succumb because I wanted to wake up and be of helpful service to the brave crew of that forsaken shuttle once more.
Well, that never happened, I suddenly froze into an ice cube as the cold front moved in, lost all hope, and gave in so I could watch the snowy apocalypse from the comfort of the afterlife.
So basically I caught fire and got lasered and frozen to death. But that's nowhere near as compelling a read.
The screams of the damned. The horrible snowy damned.
And yetis.
I was on the brink of death, but I held on. By "held on" I, of course, mean, refused to succumb because I wanted to wake up and be of helpful service to the brave crew of that forsaken shuttle once more.
Well, that never happened, I suddenly froze into an ice cube as the cold front moved in, lost all hope, and gave in so I could watch the snowy apocalypse from the comfort of the afterlife.
So basically I caught fire and got lasered and frozen to death. But that's nowhere near as compelling a read.