Oct 30, 2014
pigmaskengineer replied to your post:"So… did he die already…"
"…I don’t… think he did!"
"Seems that he's more resistant than expected... hmm..."
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pigmaskengineer replied to your post:"So… did he die already…"
"…I don’t… think he did!"
"Seems that he's more resistant than expected... hmm..."
Isaac approached the commander in his stupid looking biohazard suit. "Sir, we've come real close to getting a cure done! It's... working, kinda. It mutually destroys infected cells... which... would kill you at this point... so we're gonna need about three days t' tweak it...!"
The blond stared at him, a rather glazed, exhausted look on his face. "...do as you must." He croaked out with a tired blink. "But don't worry too much about saving me. I'm not doing well, I don't think it's worth it..."
pigmaskengineer replied to your post:"GOOD MORNING."
"DOUGH IT’S NOT MORNING."
"I can live like it's morning, sir."
pigmaskengineer replied to your post:fuckyeahporkyminch replied to your...
"…And ‘e’s a self proclaimed king… but a king none th’ less…"
"But I didn't vote for him!"
pigmaskengineer replied to your post:(Chimeras remind me to Sid’s toys. Pffff.)
(That-… that’s pretty accurate tbh.)
(We don't like being blown up, Porky. Or smashed, or torn apart.)
"...On the bright side... for you anyway.... Is if that parasite doesn't eat your brain, then we can just bring you back from the dead."
"When I die, I don't want any kind of scientist laying a hand on my body. Could you possibly handle something like that, Isaac?"
[CUE ASSHOLE GIEEG!ISAAC] "...You're dying because you are WEAK. You're unfit for commanding even the worms in the dirt you stand on. Once you're out of the way, I'm sure someone much, MUCH more fit for commanding will step up in your pitiful place..."
The blond glares at him, refusing to show any true weakness at this moment. "...I am dying because this infection is dangerous and incurable. No amount of strength can fight that. As long as you are a part of this army, I am your Commanding Officer, and I will not tolerate being spoken to this way for much longer."
"Trick o' treat!"
15. An unseen force pushes our muses into a closet and traps them there.
And just like that, he and Isaac had tumbled into the nearby supply closet with little to no explanation. The blond had been rather banged up already, but it didn't stop him from regaining his footing and attempting to jiggle the door handle in attempt to reopen it.
He turned to Isaac for a brief moment, panicked. "Y-you want to help, maybe??"