It's odd, really. I guess I, like most people, expected it to smell different. When someone says "sewers," naturally the first thing you think of is "human waste," right? Yeah, me too. But it didn't smell like that. I thought about it, and I realized that most of the restroom waste is channelled to the treatment plants before it goes into the sewers. What you have down there is mostly runoff from the streets and buildings. Industrial waste, sludge, mud. God knows why its that hideous shade of green. Actually, it smells almost like antiseptic. The most ironic smell in the world.
The heroes who have been in the city longer than me warned me about the sewers. I was in a Central American rain forest when the Rikti invaded our world, didn't see much of the actual invasion. Heard a lot about it, of course. Even jungle guerillas have satellite television. Sure, I've seen the weapons and ships in museums and in documentaries. Never seen an actual Rikti, but they tell me they're down there. Fortunately, I didn't meet any that day.
Today, I had a different purpose. Dr. Vahzilok was up to his old tricks. Creepy-[censored] walking corpses, man. God, I hate those things. I ran into real zombies with the Hero Corps in Indonesia, but they were slow, stupid, and went down like cattle. Couple of caps to the head, and down it goes. Not these babies. Whether wired with explosives or not, these bastards can actually think on some level. Scary [censored].
They were everywhere this time, never too far from those freakin' Eidolons, either. The creeps with the crossbows go down easy enough, but those Eidolons are tough. There was no way through. Although its never been my style, I opted for subtlety instead of firepower. Willy Starbuck tells me that he can get me a cloaking device, but I don't have that kind of cash yet. Had to use the old gray matter this time.
I realized those walking corpses must have more attuned senses. They can smell you at a distance. But a bloodhound couldn't track a wounded tortoise in those sewers. Crawling through that sludge, just beneath the surface, I slithered past them, one group at a time, peeking up once in a while to wipe the grime off of my scuba mask until I found them. There were three, cornered by those freak butchers. I uncapped the barrel of my new Sniper Attachment (did I ever mention how much I love the modability of the M-67?). I've got just enough training to know where to hit those guys with maximum effectiveness. God, I can't wait until I get HE rounds. Willy says there's a place called Cooke's in Steel Canyon that sells them, but I haven't got the Security Rating to buy them. Each group went down fairly quickly, and the trapped men escaped. But there were four that disappeared, and I had only found three.
Deeper into the muck-filled tunnels I ventured, peeking around corners and avoiding the worst of the freaks, until I found him. God, he was ugly. Big, too. An Eidolon, Harvester was his name. There was no way around him, he had to go down...
((I'm bored at work, and its almost time for me to go home. Will continue this later, tomorrow, probably.))
InfiniDee 1
It's odd, really. I guess I, like most people, expected it to smell different. When someone says "sewers," naturally the first thing you think of is "human waste," right? Yeah, me too. But it didn't smell like that. I thought about it, and I realized that most of the restroom waste is channelled to the treatment plants before it goes into the sewers. What you have down there is mostly runoff from the streets and buildings. Industrial waste, sludge, mud. God knows why its that hideous shade of green. Actually, it smells almost like antiseptic. The most ironic smell in the world.
The heroes who have been in the city longer than me warned me about the sewers. I was in a Central American rain forest when the Rikti invaded our world, didn't see much of the actual invasion. Heard a lot about it, of course. Even jungle guerillas have satellite television. Sure, I've seen the weapons and ships in museums and in documentaries. Never seen an actual Rikti, but they tell me they're down there. Fortunately, I didn't meet any that day.
Today, I had a different purpose. Dr. Vahzilok was up to his old tricks. Creepy-[censored] walking corpses, man. God, I hate those things. I ran into real zombies with the Hero Corps in Indonesia, but they were slow, stupid, and went down like cattle. Couple of caps to the head, and down it goes. Not these babies. Whether wired with explosives or not, these bastards can actually think on some level. Scary [censored].
They were everywhere this time, never too far from those freakin' Eidolons, either. The creeps with the crossbows go down easy enough, but those Eidolons are tough. There was no way through. Although its never been my style, I opted for subtlety instead of firepower. Willy Starbuck tells me that he can get me a cloaking device, but I don't have that kind of cash yet. Had to use the old gray matter this time.
I realized those walking corpses must have more attuned senses. They can smell you at a distance. But a bloodhound couldn't track a wounded tortoise in those sewers. Crawling through that sludge, just beneath the surface, I slithered past them, one group at a time, peeking up once in a while to wipe the grime off of my scuba mask until I found them. There were three, cornered by those freak butchers. I uncapped the barrel of my new Sniper Attachment (did I ever mention how much I love the modability of the M-67?). I've got just enough training to know where to hit those guys with maximum effectiveness. God, I can't wait until I get HE rounds. Willy says there's a place called Cooke's in Steel Canyon that sells them, but I haven't got the Security Rating to buy them. Each group went down fairly quickly, and the trapped men escaped. But there were four that disappeared, and I had only found three.
Deeper into the muck-filled tunnels I ventured, peeking around corners and avoiding the worst of the freaks, until I found him. God, he was ugly. Big, too. An Eidolon, Harvester was his name. There was no way around him, he had to go down...
((I'm bored at work, and its almost time for me to go home. Will continue this later, tomorrow, probably.))