Paint it Black
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Paint It Black
GET HIM! TAKE DOWN THE BLASPHEMER!
Like moths to a flame...
Uh...better start busting out the cans of whoop-ass, Bri-aww-shucks-Vince!
Remain calm. The enemy only has two avenues of approach between these two rows of seats, this temple shall be their graveyard.
Thunk.
Clack.
Rally with me, brothers! Take him down with numbers!
You are surrounded, Sinner! Repent and your death shall be quick!
No.
Tis' our chance! CHARGE!
Thunk.
HA! I REMAIN STANDING! My brothers' deaths gives me strength!
Surround him! Strip his armor!
You wouldn't dare detonate anything this close! It's over, blasphemer.
Click.
What?
Problem?
You-you...are..
Invincible against the likes of you.
Avenge the fallen! YAhhhhhhhhh!
Spears?
L.O.L.
Perhaps I should revert to a more primitive weaponry: the Gun.
Ka-chak.
Ahhh, the master protects me!!!!
Your turn.
It's over.
Whoa, we got a runner...
What's wrong, Children?
Stay behind and play.
Chak-chak-chak.
Ammo expended. Disposing weaponry.
Eh...Vince. One broad behind ya.
Acknowledged. Switching to plasma.
Be purged.
Targets neutralized. Sifting through the remnants.
This looks important...
Wait for me, Morpheus...I'm coming for you.
Looks like living quarters, no sign of this Morpheus. Must be on the topside.
Ascension complete. Target spotted.
One of the Brothers sent me up here.
How (Intelligence) of you, what gave me away? The Brotherhood Power Armor? The smell of burning flesh and drying blood of your comrades?
Down.
And that is it...I shall..
Oh. Company.
Going for the optics proved to be the most effective combat move. Mutant defeated.
Hmmm. Acquiring on-site weaponry.
This looks bad, Vince. Two more Nightkins are arriving!
T-51b, commence Heavy Weapons Training Module.
You're not thinking of using the flam-
It is..effective.
Ugh...so, you too possess the flame of purification.
Let's see whose flame shines the brightest!
Uh...can you don't do that again. There's no protection against heat, I just spent around a dozen stims keeping you up.
Enemy artefact acquired. No sign of the Master. Proceeding to the enemy's vault.
T-51b, area scan.
Uh...it's dark...dusty...and....lots of shelves.
How (Perception) of you.
Dead end. What now?
This wall is hollow...but where is the switch?
Let's keep looking.
In the brightest day, in the blackest night...
No evil shall escape my sight.
Boom.
....cool.
Let those who worship evil's might..
Beware my power, Green Plasma's light!
Nice shot! You burned the smaller mutie!
Be pure!
There's gotta be more of them inside, be careful, Vince.
Uh,oh...lots. LOTS of them.
Tactical Retreat initiated.
Good thinking, Vince! With the narrow caves, those uglies can't get through all at once!
Retreat halted. Counter-attack commencing.
Successful. Retreating to favourable position.
Looks like this is the last stand.
May I remind you that point blank plasma isn't good for your health?
Threat level upgrading, deploying Plasma Grenade.
Phew. That was too close. Too fucking close. Oh, wow. Guess what, combat software upgrades? What are we upping?
Heavy Weaponry, minor Energy Weapon adjustment as well.
Done, give them hell, Vince.
Morpheus sent me with a message for the Master: Burn.
.....that was.....so...beautiful.
The way is clear.
The beast is within...I shall paint it black.