Goonhub
12-10-2016, 10:24 PM
This was my favorite ling round ever.
Once upon a time, I was a changeling. The shift started out as normal, I just went about my duties as a scientist, mixing chemicals. After all, you never knew when a suicide explosive would come in handy! I managed to lure a single scientist into the bathroom, and I drained him of his life. Perfect. I left him sitting in the stall, the door locked. At this point, it was about fifteen minutes in. Around then, I managed to gain access to the kitchen, so I started cooking. I was trying to kill the captain, so I started a plasma fire. The Captain eventually found out that I did it, and I was brigged. The detective was watching me, and I did the only thing I could think of. I went into my death coma. The detective dragged me out, but I awoke and started attacking. Poor things. They killed me, but my headspider forced it's way down the captains throat. The detective didn't stand a chance. I stung him before he could croak for help over the radio, and then dragged him into the maintenance tunnels. Drained him of his life, and hid his corpse. I then turned into the detective, stole his clothes and announced over the radio that Stanford Price had murdered the captain. No one knew what had happened. I milled about aimlessly, before DNA stinging someone, turning them into Stanford Price. I screamed over the radio that I had found the murderer, before changing into the scientist I killed earlier, shouting that "Stanford" had also killed the detective. After "Stanford" had been spaced, I snuck around, and killed and drained two other people. That's when I called the shuttle as the MD, stating that almost everyone had died. At this point, two people were left. I had accumulated massive amounts of DNA points, and I knew what I had to do. I waited for the shuttle to arrive, and as soon as it left, I told the two that I had a surprise for them, and that it involved dancing. They came out of their dens, and started to boogie. Poor things. They didn't notice my transformation into a genetic abomination until it was to late. A grinning Stanford Price walked off of the shuttle, licking his lips. No survivors.
Once upon a time, I was a changeling. The shift started out as normal, I just went about my duties as a scientist, mixing chemicals. After all, you never knew when a suicide explosive would come in handy! I managed to lure a single scientist into the bathroom, and I drained him of his life. Perfect. I left him sitting in the stall, the door locked. At this point, it was about fifteen minutes in. Around then, I managed to gain access to the kitchen, so I started cooking. I was trying to kill the captain, so I started a plasma fire. The Captain eventually found out that I did it, and I was brigged. The detective was watching me, and I did the only thing I could think of. I went into my death coma. The detective dragged me out, but I awoke and started attacking. Poor things. They killed me, but my headspider forced it's way down the captains throat. The detective didn't stand a chance. I stung him before he could croak for help over the radio, and then dragged him into the maintenance tunnels. Drained him of his life, and hid his corpse. I then turned into the detective, stole his clothes and announced over the radio that Stanford Price had murdered the captain. No one knew what had happened. I milled about aimlessly, before DNA stinging someone, turning them into Stanford Price. I screamed over the radio that I had found the murderer, before changing into the scientist I killed earlier, shouting that "Stanford" had also killed the detective. After "Stanford" had been spaced, I snuck around, and killed and drained two other people. That's when I called the shuttle as the MD, stating that almost everyone had died. At this point, two people were left. I had accumulated massive amounts of DNA points, and I knew what I had to do. I waited for the shuttle to arrive, and as soon as it left, I told the two that I had a surprise for them, and that it involved dancing. They came out of their dens, and started to boogie. Poor things. They didn't notice my transformation into a genetic abomination until it was to late. A grinning Stanford Price walked off of the shuttle, licking his lips. No survivors.