(( I don't know where I'm really coming in at so I'm going to throw myself in the place I understand best.. Sorry 
))
Zallrule caught site of a hiding place. A very smelly looking hiding place. A sewer. But, he had no time to waste, so he ducked in and took off running. Sprinting as fast as he could..Until he rounded a corner, and ran into a man who seemed to be wiping his boot off a couple seconds prior.
Oh great, probablly more trouble.... Zallrule thought to himself. He waited to see what the mans reaction would be.
Knocked suddenly out of his thought, Acanous was momentarilly shocked. He stepped back, his newfound balance still precarious.
"What the... Who are you?" he asked pointedly of the newcomer.
You can't spell Slaughter without laughter
All your gonna do is just farm behemoths anyways.
My thoughts on November 30.
Zallrule jumped backwards due to the speed of the reaction.
"I'm Zallrule, who are you, and who's side are you on?"
Zallrule replied quizically
"I'm Acanous, and I'm on the side of getting out of this here sewer and back to my nice clean base."
You can't spell Slaughter without laughter
All your gonna do is just farm behemoths anyways.
My thoughts on November 30.
Zallrule looked at him, "Alright, that works for me....uhhh, if I get you out of this here sewer, can I come to your base and rest a lil' bit?"
He asked hopefully
"Uh.. Sure." He replied.
Angus has been looking for new recruits, and failing that, Doc's been looking for someone to test out our new base defences...
Looking around, Acanous noted 3 exits, not counting the one he had come from. Assuming that Zallrule's direction also diddn't lead out, that left two paths.
"So, Left, or strieght?"
You can't spell Slaughter without laughter
All your gonna do is just farm behemoths anyways.
My thoughts on November 30.
Zallrule immiedietly pointed behind himself, and said straight. and began walking in that direction, but still didn't know what to think about this person whom he has just met.
I don't know wether to trust this guy or not, from my experiences probablly not a good idea..
He thought as he led the way out,
"Alright, were out, now which way to this base of yours?"
((Sorry for the lack of posting guys just thought I'd stop in and let you know I won't be posting until I find myself a new job.))
((Dang anth, that sucks 
. I'm hoping s'more people will post. thread has fallen behind the "Eden studios" threads.))
You can't spell Slaughter without laughter
All your gonna do is just farm behemoths anyways.
My thoughts on November 30.
Acanous stumbled through the aquaduct, regaining his balance and bearing. Still hurt, but not severely, he righted himself and walked with only a slight hobble.
Emergency lighting lent a sickly yellow-green ambiance to the brick walls and viscous fluids coursing through the man-made channels.
Normally, Acanous hate dtrodding through the sewers. No ammount of gate cheatery could help him from at getting at least SOME unidentifiable substances on or inside his armour during a fight, and it was a pain to have to go through the barrage of tests for verious diseases every time he got back.
Really, he was glad for the check-up, better than have a septic infection in some cut or scrape that could result from fighting in a sewer, but the problem remained- sewers were dank, dirty, filled with who-knows-what, and they SMELLED. That kind of smell you just can't wash out for a few days.
this one wasn't that bad, actually. The floral scent was getting stronger, and seemed to actually be filtering out some of the more wretched odours of man-made biohazardous material.
He'd propably only need to shower four or five times to get the smell out. Heck, he might be able to KEEP this suit.
Floating in the brine, he caught a glimpse of a person.
Shocked, he went over, prodding with a boot.
It caved in readilly. Disgusted, he pulled his foot back, seeing that he was mistaken. It wasn't a body, just a Crey uniform, sans occupant.
Bizzarre, what some people threw out down here.
Who knows? Maybe the owner was stationed in the sewers for a mission and figured burning it was too much effort.
Wiping his boot off on the walkway, he continued making his way through the sewer tunnels, looking for an exit.
they need some friggin manholes in this city...
You can't spell Slaughter without laughter
All your gonna do is just farm behemoths anyways.
My thoughts on November 30.