A 'players vs. the monster' excerpt from a current GM'd plotline happening in.... Well, in the sewers:
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Without sight, the other senses tell the story of one's surroundings, of one's life. The damp, dank scent of home, mingled with something else - something new. It vibrates through the ground, radiating wrongness in all it touches. It touches this one. There is no escape from it, so this one must find it. Must destroy the source of this wrongness - the other lives that touch this one are drowned out by the vibrations. They can't be found. They must be found. On the move, familiar tunnels made alien by the intruder. Air - a new pathway, a new tunnel. Perhaps that will lead to safety - closer to the vibrations of the surface, but those do not seem as frightening now. Not compared to the intruder. Instead, new scents - a rattling contraption. New intruders - but, no. These have the familiar feel of known things. Neighbors. To be avoided - but they are here. Why are they here? The vibrations don't cease, this one must escape, this one must find the others. But everything is drowned out, it must move, it must move in some way! It must escape! Its body smashes into something, this is wrong; not the way! And then pain - not blinding, but sudden, and further disorienting. The noises grow, adding new noises - but these are sharp. Staccato. Have direction. A direction this one can flee - and then the heat! The concussive explosion - to flee! Downward. Down, towards the intruder. There is nowhere left to flee. There is only the intruder. This one will find it. This one will end it.
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The bitdrull is gone as suddenly as it had come, leaving an open sore in the ground where it had fled. "That... Was a bitdull." Melcium is coming around under the care of the medic, her head now wrapped, her arm in a sling, and her consciousness returned to her via a steadyily offered concoction of Y.Co developed pharmaceuticals. She feels sick - by the drugs, the concussion, or the brief exposure to the air is uncertain... But at least they are underground. It's safer for her down here, though still not ideal with all these contaminants. The Labra turns her mask towards Dank, assuming that he would understand more than the others. "That was... Highly abnormal behavior." Using the otter to help her rise shakily to her feet, Melcium turns back towards the elevator... Or what is left of it. "Danica, please take a note of the damage. There are alternate routes of escape, but I feel that we should make a further attempt to mitigate the current situation before attempting them." Their navigational device is undamaged, and flickers to life in the dimness of the tunnel. "Straight ahead, and then hook to the right." She instructs, wincing behind her mask. It allows her to maintain the unbreakable facade of professionalism. What a day.
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