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vivarium2014-10-12 11:16 am
vivariummods) wrote in vivarium2014-10-12 11:16 am
CALHOUN HOUR - SURVIVOR
| At the crack of dawn, presumably, Calhoun gathers everyone in the first floor warehouse to make an announcement. "That's right, it's time for another of my special events!" He seems pretty pleased with himself. "I noticed you lazy, fat test subjects really let yourselves go last round! It's like I don't feed you here or something." "Well, I'm worried about your health, always lazing about and not getting proper exercise. So, I decided to be the change I want to see in the world, and so we're going to do something a littttttttllllllle different this time." "To stop you guys from getting soft from all the fun you're having here, it's time for a little workout." From one of the doors Calhoun never lets anyone go through there's a loud, metallic banging sound repeating, as if something is trying to get out. Calhoun does not seem troubled at all by this. In fact, he seems pretty excited. "The rules are simple, everyone's getting sixty coins to use as they see fit. You'll notice the vending machines on both warehouse floors. Anyone who isn't caught will even get a memory back." But what does that mean? "So go on, survive for 23 hours, I'll even give you a five minute head start. Good luck!" And with that he scurries off. Should people hang around they'll get to witness that same door open five minutes later. From the door comes several figures, human in shape but something is very, very wrong. They seem to be robotic, skeletal humans. At one point they must have had some synthetic skin over them but most of it seems to be melting or ripped off. They don't move very fast, mostly they shamble about until they focus on a target. Better hope it's not you! |
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The tool pulled free, and the robot reached for him -- only now its left side wasn't really working too well. Heiji leapt backwards and it started to shamble towards him, albeit sort of pulling awkwardly to the right now.
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He panted, letting out huffs as he rubbed the upperside of his hand under his chin, to get rid of any sweat. That definitely took a good chunk of his energy, considering how heavy these robots are and already being injured (owowow, his side, he hopes it didn't reopen), but he just nudged his head to knocked down machine on the ground. "Think you can lift it up?" Toss it in the incinerator before it got back to destroying shit.
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Once the first part was through, the rest followed fairly easily (fairly because it was still heavy as shit). With one last shove, he closed the incinerator door and activated it. The furnace came alive in a blaze of light and heat; Heiji backed away from the glow.
Inside, the robot flailed and beat against the walls of its prison, but not for long -- the intense heat was melting all that delicate circuitry inside. Its outstretched arm slowly slackened and dropped.
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"Guess we can add robot-burning to our resumes now," he smirked while rubbing sweat off his brow. In other words, HE'S PROUD OF YOU, HEIJI. You're cooler than you look. You'd be a good merc.
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Just as the robot's struggles seemed almost over, it banged hard on the side of the incinerator door with one creepy, skeletal metal fist. Then nothing.
Fuck robots, man.
From outside the incinerator room came the sounds of heavy, nonhuman steps approaching. More of the robot's friends?
"...we should get outta here," said Heiji.