[S] Roll in the deep.
ăYou had managed to network together a various sundry of less-than-reputable sources and formed them together to make the basis of an army, but for some reason beyond your pan, all of them had up and disappeared. Every single goddamn one of them was nowhere to be found. In fact, nearly everyone in the city had vanished from what you see as you traversed the streets, but you hardly cared for the population as a whole. What matters is the things you held important are gone and it seems as though there is shit all you can do about it.ă
ăUnderstandably, you are pissed, as evidenced by the utterly devastated check station between the borders of Sector Two and Theta that you picked up and threw. ă
ăHonestly, it was either that or the three bodies you had left and the bodies had more value at the moment.ă
ăBut, of course, when it rains, it pours. ă
ăYou know when you hear the unsettling cries coming from the direction of the District as you approach from the tunnels that you are in for something. As you breach the bubble, youâre unsure entirely what to make of the sight youâre greeted with. The beast, large and terrifying as it is, reminds you of the luscii that inhabited your own world, though admittedly it didnât bear the bone white carapace all of them possessed. You watch stone-faced as the creature stomps around the suburb with impunity, easily crushing smaller buildings, crashing through the lines of makeshift highways, and toppling spires it would have taken dozens to do before. The smaller creatures that swim like a school of shadows around the buildings and crumbled remains of the streets donât escape your notice either as they pick and nip at anything the larger being might have ignored in its rampage. Everything you had told yourself you wanted to avoid in the course of your invasion was what the beast did now, as if mocking your entire plan that had been in the works for weeks. It is clearly hellbent on destruction and uncaring of any consequence that might be rendered.ă
ăAny other time, you would have thought it might make a good pet. Now, though, you want its head as a trophy for your palace.ă
âI shouldnât have to tell any of you how dead I want that thing. If I see any of you slacking during this, whatever it is will be the least of your worries. Understand?â
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