Sorry to not make it.
Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 8:03 pm
I am sorry I never made it to the rig to help every one out, I was delayed on the way to the airfield. A Dybbuk dropped a tree in the road just as I came around a bend in a back road. The damned thing was laughing as it began chargeing the car, I fired my pistols as fast as I could and scrambled out to get some manuvering room. I was underarmed and wearing minimal armor, not my idea of how to dance with one of these things. As the Dybbuk closed it laughed in a grating tone, swinging those big tree trunk arms.
"Master not happy with you! you are to die, no more mess in Goqua's plans!"
We fought for what seemed like an eternity, it got down to hand to hand when I ran out of ammo. I was almost knocked out by a hard hit to the side of the head, as I rolled away a car's engine roared up. There was the sickening sound of flesh being smashed between two hard objects, glass shattering, metal crunching and then a long sting of shotgun blasts. As I sat up my medic friend was walking toward me with one of the Berreta X-tremes I moddified to carry clips over thier shoulder.
"What the hell was that? It fricken turned into bettles! Are you okay?" They babbled in almost shock.
I blacked out when they got to me, so here I sit with most my ribs bandaged, a broken collar bone and as my "doctor" put it one huge bruise, scrape and laceration. I also have no clue as to what the hell a Goqua is or who if that is a name. Again sorry not to be of help down in the Gulf, buy I figure I have a decent excuse.
"Master not happy with you! you are to die, no more mess in Goqua's plans!"
We fought for what seemed like an eternity, it got down to hand to hand when I ran out of ammo. I was almost knocked out by a hard hit to the side of the head, as I rolled away a car's engine roared up. There was the sickening sound of flesh being smashed between two hard objects, glass shattering, metal crunching and then a long sting of shotgun blasts. As I sat up my medic friend was walking toward me with one of the Berreta X-tremes I moddified to carry clips over thier shoulder.
"What the hell was that? It fricken turned into bettles! Are you okay?" They babbled in almost shock.
I blacked out when they got to me, so here I sit with most my ribs bandaged, a broken collar bone and as my "doctor" put it one huge bruise, scrape and laceration. I also have no clue as to what the hell a Goqua is or who if that is a name. Again sorry not to be of help down in the Gulf, buy I figure I have a decent excuse.