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ataraxion2012-05-13 06:37 pm
cutsofftheirlimbs) wrote in ataraxion2012-05-13 06:37 pm
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7th Marker | Video
[He's slipping. He's slipping and he isn't sure why and he hasn't been able to get onto the network... or so he thinks. He's been there, but he hasn't really been able to make sense of anything and holy shit he just talked about this not to long ago and stop stop stop stop stop.]
[And it's with that kind of urgency that the screen flickers on and a man in a full-on armored suit seems to blink at the screen. His body language reads nothing but panic and he needs to tell someone. He needs-]
They're here.
[His voice is trembling, aching with disbelief but he knows they're there, he seems to be almost trying to whisper, but it's not coming across as such.]
Saw them, in Engineering. Things I told you all about, things I warned you about. The Necromorphs, I don't know how-
[His head snaps up, hearing something offscreen... or appearing to. He peeks around a nearby corner, a hand moving to shush the camera.]
I saw them. They didn't see me, not yet. If they know I'm here, it'll go bad. Really bad. But I have to - I have to show you.
[He takes sharp breaths, slowly peeking his way around the corner, positioning the device so it can see around the corner-]
[...And there's clearly nothing there. Not even signs of something having walked passed.]
[It jerks back quickly, concentrating on the massked face known as Isaac, who seems to be staring intently at the screen.]
You saw it, right? Well, that isn't everything, I think she's - no, she's not here, she's dead, it's here. It's here -as- her. They're going to try to talk to me, I know it. But I can't let it, oh no. Tricked one too many times.
Remember, you cut off their limbs, they'll bleed out, become unable to move, and then you can stomp them out. Watch the vents. Watch out, just, be safe.
[Annnd the feed cuts.]
[OOC: OKAY OBVIOUSLY there aren't any actual Necromorphs on the ship, Scarecrow's Fear Gas has just managed to cause a pretty bad insanity relapse in Isaac's held-together-with-tape-and-prayer brain. You are free to call him out on this, but don't expect him to believe you. Physical interactions will happen in the Fear Gas log here!]
[And it's with that kind of urgency that the screen flickers on and a man in a full-on armored suit seems to blink at the screen. His body language reads nothing but panic and he needs to tell someone. He needs-]
They're here.
[His voice is trembling, aching with disbelief but he knows they're there, he seems to be almost trying to whisper, but it's not coming across as such.]
Saw them, in Engineering. Things I told you all about, things I warned you about. The Necromorphs, I don't know how-
[His head snaps up, hearing something offscreen... or appearing to. He peeks around a nearby corner, a hand moving to shush the camera.]
I saw them. They didn't see me, not yet. If they know I'm here, it'll go bad. Really bad. But I have to - I have to show you.
[He takes sharp breaths, slowly peeking his way around the corner, positioning the device so it can see around the corner-]
[...And there's clearly nothing there. Not even signs of something having walked passed.]
[It jerks back quickly, concentrating on the massked face known as Isaac, who seems to be staring intently at the screen.]
You saw it, right? Well, that isn't everything, I think she's - no, she's not here, she's dead, it's here. It's here -as- her. They're going to try to talk to me, I know it. But I can't let it, oh no. Tricked one too many times.
Remember, you cut off their limbs, they'll bleed out, become unable to move, and then you can stomp them out. Watch the vents. Watch out, just, be safe.
[Annnd the feed cuts.]
[OOC: OKAY OBVIOUSLY there aren't any actual Necromorphs on the ship, Scarecrow's Fear Gas has just managed to cause a pretty bad insanity relapse in Isaac's held-together-with-tape-and-prayer brain. You are free to call him out on this, but don't expect him to believe you. Physical interactions will happen in the Fear Gas log here!]