AS ABOVE (game thread)

• WHAT'S THE WORST THING YOU EVER DID?
"It's probably not actually the violence. That's the easy answer, but it ain't true. Nah, th' worst is probably using peoples' real problems as a justification to lash out. Making them think I did it because I cared, when I really just wanted an excuse... both moral and legal." Lycaon says out loud, looking at the Crusher.

"It's cute you think I'm ashamed though. Fuckin' adorable."

HELP. ChaAIr on mY hEaD.

"Unfortunately, I am not a saint, and hardly the one to care about those who are neglected. The most I can do is grant you a swift end." Erasmus snapped out another guttural command, as something incomprehensibly twisted and violent sprang out of the shadows, all bulging raw tendons, and serrated fangs where fangs were not supposed to belong, howling a pained dirge.

HeYy mAn. ThaTT's mYY bAd.
ThaTT's ON mE. noT a CHAirr. deEffiniIteLy nOt a Ch
aIR. AnYwAY.

EXECUTION

IT'S A GOOD HIT. I'LL GIVE YOU THAT. BUT YOU'RE STILL LESS THAN HALFWAY THERE, AND LYCAON HERE ISN'T LOOKING TOO GOOD, IS HE? ANYWAY, THE DOG TAKES THE HIT LIKE IT'S NOTHING, FUCKING BEAST OF A MUTT IT IS, AND RESPONSIBILITY FOR SHUTTING THIS CREATURE DOWN FALLS TO KYLE.

"Yer a regular chatty Cathy, ain't'cha?"

Kyle will lean against the wall and start cleaning under his nails. "Y'got one thing wrong though. I ain't a bully. I'm an asshole. Need me t' explain th' diff'rence? Or y'think yer gettin' it?"

thAts nOOt hoW ThiS gAmE
is plAYed. yOuu hAVe tO kiLL mE. YoU havE to. it
'S hoW wE ARe. YOU HA
VE TOo...

"Aww, are y'gettin' upset li'l guy?" Lycaon taunts as he steps sideways.

nOo NO no
NOO nO No nO NO NO CO
Me BaCKK yOU hAVe tO cOMee BACK anD SLAUUGhTERR uSS ! !

"Give it space." Bonham grumbles. "Wind up and knock it out with our next swing." To their understanding, hurting one of those things with conventional weapons is difficult, but not impossible. However, their squad seems to be handling it just fine otherwise.

Time to set them up for a real good hit. They level their pistol at the fire extinguisher from earlier and squeeze two shots at it.

Annoying little bastard. As the struggle continues, Salem attempts to plant his feet on a nearby wall and push off to slip out from underneath the Crusher.

Clicking his fingers, Erasmus simultaneously fired off a remarkably inaccurate burst from his pistol. Judging from his inexperienced grip, he hadn't really trained with it. However, it was a distraction for Orion, who came lunging out of the shadows with jaws unhinged for a bite.