Should I Stay and Get Eaten?
With a snicker-snack, the door opens and lo, there is a mousy scientist type hiding behind the locked door of his office. The room is vast, with a bit of very complicated-looking machinery on the far end. Shotgun readied, you step into the room.
"UUUUGGGH!" MONSTER CLOSET, HA HA! A panel directly behind you pops open and a zombie lurches out, hellfire burning in its eyes. It swings a fist toward you and you take it in the face. You stumble back, cursing, and then proceed to give the zombie a bucketful of lead. Its body liquifies and its brain flies out like a rubber duck flies out of a child's soap-covered hands.
You blow blood out of your nostrils as the barricaded scientist comes to his door.
"Oh, thank goodness! I thought I was the only one left!" he exclaims, opening the door for you. "You don't know how nice it is to see you. Oh, but you're hurt! Here--use this medical terminal here on the wall."
On the man's office wall is a terminal with health-y looking icons on it. You press your hand to it and your nosebleed stops. You wonder at that a moment as the scientist continues on.
"A while ago, they told me to shut down my machinery for a few moments to divert more power to the Delta Labs. Then, this weird stuff started happening..."
"Yeah, I know," you say.
"Um, well," the man continues, "There's some supplies in the cabinet there.
Take my PDA. It'll have the codes you need. I'm going to stay here and monitor the equipment. Go for help... and good luck."
You take his PDA, and then look at him. Now that it's not really the game...
"OK, are you a total ass?" you ask him.
"E-excuse me?" he replies.
You put your arm around his shoulder. "Look pal, lemme tell you the situation we've got here. There are a limitless number of monsters that have been unleashed here in the base. There's monsters that can throw fire, that can crawl through cracks, and that can break down walls. I don't care what you're doing here; if you stay here, you're going to die. In fact, I doubt you'd survive ten minutes after I left. What you're *going* to do, actually, is come with me, and help me carry the guns. Otherwise, I guarantee you're toast."
Before he can respond, you put the shotgun into the scientist's hands and load him up with the ammo. Using the PDA, you open the office cabinet, and you fiiiind...
Written by Mr.Peaches on 23 July 2006
