RETREAT OF THE FURIES:
My Cup, Overflows:
As the ravenous Occultists swarmed towards our pititful holding, I triggered the detonators, sending a hail of sickly, dismembered limbs in all directions. The explosions glared in frenetic blue and yellow, against the descending grey of night. Their screams of tormented anguish lingered onward, their bodies burned and flailing, as others stampeded over them, with voracious intent.
It seemed obvious to my companions that our current poke-hold amidst the blackened ruins was quickly becoming grossly inadequate, and they shouted something incoherent, amidst the blaze of our tachyon semi-automatic rifles. I was loathe to depart, yet necessity was loudly beckoning, as I raised my scope to gather Overlords and Automotons emerging also from the sordid depths ahead.
As we broke cover for the sewers, I clamped down a ragged trail of detonators covering our disorderly retreat. Arrayed against us the Overlords took wing, the seething fires of their rancorous swords reflected in their eyes, whilst the Automotons advanced, beginning a devastating missile barrage. Horrific plumes of purple smoke rose on high, as the ruins collapsed around us.
With reckless abandon did the Occultists continue to advance, trampling their fallen beneath a tide of cruel and heedless feet. The Overlords descended upon the ruins, slashing furiously through their lesser cohorts, intent upon themselves devouring the tender morsels of our wasted flesh. From deep among the shattered ruins, we gasped for breath; what few of us remained, not scattered, injured, deceased or leaderless.
As the torrential din of the malicious hordes above us drew ever near, I ordered all to tilt their visors and light their torches; we burned downwards through the hardened steel and concrete, expecting to eventually intersect with the farthur buried tunnels of the ruins which lay beneath. As we broke through, and the route of our escape seemed somewhat temporarily more certain, we abandoned both the wounded and the torches; yet before tossing my lumbering form downwards into the uncharted abyss beyond, I paused to activate the detonators with my last remote, which tore a twisted, malignant opening in the foul and frenzied mass of writhing minions lodged above us.
As the ravenous Occultists swarmed towards our pititful holding, I triggered the detonators, sending a hail of sickly, dismembered limbs in all directions. The explosions glared in frenetic blue and yellow, against the descending grey of night. Their screams of tormented anguish lingered onward, their bodies burned and flailing, as others stampeded over them, with voracious intent.
It seemed obvious to my companions that our current poke-hold amidst the blackened ruins was quickly becoming grossly inadequate, and they shouted something incoherent, amidst the blaze of our tachyon semi-automatic rifles. I was loathe to depart, yet necessity was loudly beckoning, as I raised my scope to gather Overlords and Automotons emerging also from the sordid depths ahead.
As we broke cover for the sewers, I clamped down a ragged trail of detonators covering our disorderly retreat. Arrayed against us the Overlords took wing, the seething fires of their rancorous swords reflected in their eyes, whilst the Automotons advanced, beginning a devastating missile barrage. Horrific plumes of purple smoke rose on high, as the ruins collapsed around us.
With reckless abandon did the Occultists continue to advance, trampling their fallen beneath a tide of cruel and heedless feet. The Overlords descended upon the ruins, slashing furiously through their lesser cohorts, intent upon themselves devouring the tender morsels of our wasted flesh. From deep among the shattered ruins, we gasped for breath; what few of us remained, not scattered, injured, deceased or leaderless.
As the torrential din of the malicious hordes above us drew ever near, I ordered all to tilt their visors and light their torches; we burned downwards through the hardened steel and concrete, expecting to eventually intersect with the farthur buried tunnels of the ruins which lay beneath. As we broke through, and the route of our escape seemed somewhat temporarily more certain, we abandoned both the wounded and the torches; yet before tossing my lumbering form downwards into the uncharted abyss beyond, I paused to activate the detonators with my last remote, which tore a twisted, malignant opening in the foul and frenzied mass of writhing minions lodged above us.
posted by Valhenstrogg | Monday, September 25, 2006
1 Comments:
At long last we reach the much-awaited failing of a tortured blood-line; this being the final chapter of my recent ill-tempered, and arguably, unsuccessful forray into the dark and haphazard genre of retro-futuristic science-fantasy.
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