[ Yeah enjoy the gun, it's called the Crit. Also my favourite line is him aggroing you by going 'Oh YEAH? I just SLAPPED you and stuff, whatcha gonna DO about it BIOTCH' then if you beat him he's like 'Nice fight'. The priorities and hypocrite-ness of every other character in this game is one of its funniest things I swear.
The assassin tilts his head at Nuwa for a minute, but she's not the strangest thing he's seen. Even her manner of dress might seem impractical to some, but who's he to judge. And then there's Owen who's in some kind of suit, which also seems impractical, and also Zer0 thinks he looks like an asshole because everyone corporate looks like an asshole, but whatever.
He nods once simply, then, as the ceiling rumbles once again with utmost urgency the final time, as something -- a large laser abruptly runs its course from right above into the ground, carving out a really unnecessarily perfect square from the steel. A giant tip of metal, infused with some glowing unnatural element, stabs into it next, and it lifts the square out from its hole and tosses it aside like a plate. A massive robotic eye looks in from above, the light twitching and observing from the arch, and then to the three. Let's go with a supersized version of this thing for our Vault Guardian for this run. You intrinsically know that killing the Guardian will activate the Vault.
Here we go! The Vault Guardian reaches a robotic, metal hand down through the hole, seeking to squash the enemies it finds! ]
[Nuwa gets squashed because I rolled a 1 right at the start of this fight. Way to go, Nick.
Okay no, haha.
Aiming at something that's descending right onto you is a bad idea. First thing you need is to find a safe spot from where to aim from, she judges. Doesn't communicate with Zer0 or Owen, she just gets moving, trying to figure out any favorable positions she can find on this vault.
and i suppose she misses every single one because seriously you rolled a 1 nick what the hell]
[He's going to stay standing that close to the door in reality (hey is Mithra around?). He moves aside with a roll and trains this new gun on their obvious way into the Vault. He fires directly at it's weird spindly arm, hoping it'll blow off.
[ OUR NUWA. Also Mira I would gagtag that but Mithra doesn't have access to the journal so he is literally very much not here.
She gets running but yeah that 1 is fate laughing down on her, given that the Guardian apparently decides she makes for an appealing target. It reaches down and grabs her in a hand, making a kind of painful, buzzing noise. The heat from the unnatural glow of eridium on its body scorches a heat far too close for comfort, but it's unlike any traditional type of heat. No, it buzzes and vibrates the very air, and for a split second, Nuwa feels what it's like to surge with energy, but in a way that grants not power, but nausea. She'll be feeling that strange, lurching sickness for a while, about three tag rounds before it goes away [1].
The semi-mechanical monster seems to aim to crush Nuwa in its hands like she's merely a twig, when Owen's timely and wonderful nat20 is practically a divine intervention. Though the gun he has isn't necessary the strongest out there, he manages to strike hits directly into its elbow joint in a way that causes its mechanics to falter -- but even more than that, the electric shock effect from the bullets fired from the Crit make sparks fly across the Guardian's arm, making the entire creature seize up as it attempts to discharge. Its hand snapping open, Nuwa can drop to the ground.
It is paralysed for the turn, as its other arm flails around and crashes into the wall to keep itself steady. Zer0 will take this chance to leap into combat himself, taking the nice distractions that Nuwa and Owen provided to also shoot. Mildly effective, but not nearly as much as the shock attack. ]
The spark of wire / joints stiff, motherboard freezing / a critical hit.
[Wow, Nuwa has been experiencing a wide gamut of new sensations since she got dragged into this murdergame. Hunger, getting gifted slippers, trials, black eyes, sickness...will death be the next thing she'll experience?
Nuwa falls to the ground, slamming down. She still is gripping the Invitation, fortunately! Standing up, a little bit shakily and having to take a second to gather her bearings, and she glares at this enemy.
Since she has been dropped so close to it, may as well take advantage of that. Nuwa doesn't fire her weapon. Instead she runs towards the machine, jumps in the air, brandishing the Invitation, the point of the blade aiming forward, ready to plunge it into the joints below the knee. She doesn't even seem to care about the eridium she's bound to come in contact with -- she's already feeling so sick, let's add more to that!]
[Owen absolutely knows what is up with electricity and he does not go rushing in to touch the weird monster. Years of being murdered by Oz means he has no desire to get up close and personal with anything that's sparking like that. Cerberus, likewise, stays next to him as he watches Nuwa decide to touch it more.
Alright.]
She's already looking for it.
[Owen aims the gun at the thing's other arm and fires for a second time.]
[ I love that Nuwa just has slippers. And honestly? I think dying on a cyoa could be very exciting. Imagine her just waking up in the graveyard with Owen of all people, worst pesron to go to the afterlife with.
But anwyay, despite the sickness, Nuwa regains her footing! With determination undying, she runs forward and jams the barrel of the Wedding Invitation right into the paneling in the knee joint, and the alien machine buzzes, whirrs, its eye spins as it looks down towards Nuwa and the interruption. It attempts to bend down further, but the barrel creaks but doesn't quite break, and it can't properly bend down as a result [19!]. Wow, I wonder what kind of damage would happen if you pulled the trigger point blank like this?
Owen, for his part, fires a shot into the other arm as it reaches down to swipe at the wizard, firing while being nicely on the move to dodge the swipe, shocking bullets finding purchase on its palm and seizing up its fingers with electric shocks [19!]. It makes a series of buzzes in mixed alarm and probably some form of alien irritation. Hands and knees compromised. It attempts to make up for it by grabbing a large metal crate and throwing it in Owen's direction -- this pesky annoyance that's been firing at him first, before it decides how to deal with Nuwa. ]
[Don't count your chickens before they hatch, Nuwa. She trembles for a moment, her grin disappearing when she feels the horrible malaise of the eridium. It takes quite a bit of strength and resolve to pull the trigger instead of collapsing into a heap because of this nasty sensation.
[Getting his ass kicked is a near daily experience at home. That doesn't mean he enjoys it. As soon as the crate gets tossed at him, he stops firing and focuses on dodging the crate.
Not today, you weird spindly limbed creature.
He'll probably resurrect whenever this is all completed, but dying still hurts!]
[ Boom goes Nuwa's gun, and she gets to feel the raw satisfaction of the bullet firing directly into the plate, incendiary fire and all. She may want to back off after that as something blows out in the leg joint (or at least the best she can, in her current condition), and the Guardian's leg goes up in flames. Maybe all those bad rolls are made up for by the kind-of funny sight of a massive alien robot hopping around with a leg on fire, like something out of a slapstick piece if it wasn't raining hot metal everywhere. The Wedding Invitation comes loose from the joint, falling to the ground. Zer0 will kick that back over to Nuwa's direction if she feels like reclaiming it.
Owen forgoes more shooting in favour of dodging, which, despite his earlier clumsiness, he manages to get a pretty smooth dodge roll in. The rock crashes where he was, and he gets to gloat in the fact that it wasn't even close to hitting him.
The robot will stop jumping around on its leg after a moment, but the damage is done. Even as it comes to a halt, its leg can no longer support its weight so down it goes crashing on one knee, a shocked palm coming down to support itself. It lets out an eerie whirr and buzz as it does so. Great Guardian, reduced to making hand-slap fights on its knees at three tiny people by comparison.
Above your head, the ceiling is almost totally caved in, given that the hole the thing gouged out of there also took a lot of the support along with it, bits and pieces crumbling over the Guardian's silver-white body. Behind everything is the still-burning Hogcrusher, looking like it could explode at any moment, illuminating the large room with flickering octane flames. Zer0 has the unenviable but very fun job of taking the Guardian's attention, playing cat and mouse with its grabbing hands.
Nuwa and Owen seem to be free to take their course of action to take this giant contraption out. How would you like to do it? ]
[Of course she's reclaiming it! Now this is the sort of satisfactory result she likes to see when she's in combat! She retreats, returning to them.
......
Looking back at the Hogcrusher...it's not all that big, in comparison to this guardian. It exploding probably wouldn't bring it down, unless it hit a weak point or its explosion was so big it reached the head. Well, a explosion that big probably would kill them all, that's the problem.
At best, using that to force it down so its head is closer to the ground, and therefore it's more vulnerable to a killing blow, is a fine idea]
Watch out.
[A word of warning, mostly for Zer0.
Nuwa retreats to the vehicle. Not getting in it! And definitely not approaching too much, but as she sees it, just making it go forward may be enough for this to work! Taking debris, one she judged heavy enough to hold down the pedal, and throws it into the barely visible pedal. Takes three tries before one finally lands on it, Nuwa immediately retreating a safe distance from the Hogcrusher while it lurches forward, in direction of that contraption's other leg!
.........
You know, the result of this probably will be much accurate and cooler if the roll had been higher than [10], but that's how it is. She tried!]
[Owen has absolutely no desire to get close to something that's on fire and sparking. That reads as danger and without any magic here, he's simply not stupid enough to approach.
However, he does know that this Vault Guard or whatever seems to fair poorly against the gun he was handed.
So as the vehicle approaches the enemy, he fires at it, hoping for an explosion.
Hey wait a minute, this thing doesn't have blood?]
[ Honestly a creative take and I love it. Nuwa locates a pretty decent-sized chunk out of... well, several that surround them, given the debris and caving in ceilings and all this and that, and throws it into the vehicle. And hey, if it doesn't quite work the first time, what's stopping her from throwing in a second for good measure?
Either way, with the weight jostling the gas pedal, the Hogcrusher makes a sputtering, revving noise, its tires grinding against floor and against the weight of the fallen concrete upon it. Like a glorious countdown, you get to watch the pieces fall aside one by one, the death car making one lurch forward, and then another -- until it successfully breaks free and starts hurtling towards the Vault Guardian.
Zer0, fortunately, has the werewithal to see that thing incoming and backflip the hell outta dodge. The Guardian itself, on the other hand, attempts to make a grab -- only for its eye to whirr and glance backwards at the truck coming towards it. Then at the sound of Owen firing the gun. Then back at the truck again.
For an expressionless murderous alien robot, you can almost feel that 'oh, shit' in the air.
Boom goes the car right into the Guardian's body, still kneeled over from Nuwa's earlier attack. It lurches from the impact, and that would've been pretty effective enough as it is, but Owen's fire takes it to a new level as the shock travels over metal, over the truck (is it your imagination? Or do you swear everything started going unironically slow-motion for a moment?) -- and then BOOM.
A truly glorious explosion rings out as the car crashes with a mighty bang, and pieces of stone, metal, and an almost noxiously bright purple liquid rain down from the sky. It might not be the traditional kind of blood and viscera that Zer0 had implied, but for a maybe-robot, it's pretty close.
...
Yeah, you're looking at the totally mangled body of the former Guardian, its torso completely blown open. Its robotic blue eye twitches, whirrs, looks at the two of you as if in great offense... before it finally fades away. ]
Not that it stops Nuwa from sauntering towards them, sniper rifle in hand]
I suppose the deal has been fulfilled.
[Better cash out on this before the Guardian comes to life somehow, she supposes. She's not ruling it out, despite the very obvious damage this automaton suffered! You never know for sure!]
[Man... The sticky sweet red stuff in this thing is actually sticky purple stuff, and he's not really feeling grape jelly. What would he do? Describe a bruise? That's not nearly as unsettling as strawberry jam as blood and guts.]
Where's the Vault thingy?
[He doesn't want to be here anymore, the violence seems to be over.
He is going to go around the place the Guardian was like the door might be there.]
[ And then he turns towards the other two, and on his face flashes... a :D. And brings out one of his weapons, some kind of energy-based samurai blade. It looks like he'll be pointing it at them for a moment... ]
You stepped well to the challenge. If we meet as enemies, I will look forward to it.
[ So he comments and without the odd prose, before he proceeds to stick the end of the blade into the Guardian's body. Dismantle the pieces, sell them off -- easy trophies, or cash if he must. Or so you think, because he hunkers by the blade, grip solid on its hilt.
There is a moment of quiet now that there is no longer a giant monster rampaging around, only the quiet hum of the already-present technology littered about. As the quiet wanes, though, you hear the humming get, erm, louder. Does that arch seem somehow brighter to you? Anyone?
If you don't notice it yet, you will soon enough as with a powerful zap, the Vault seems to come to life as the plane below the arch bursts into bright purple light, seemingly a portal of some kind. And it starts sucking everything in, fast. Zer0 seems to be using the pre-emptively stabbed katana to not get himself sucked in, but you two? Might not be so lucky. ]
[That arch activate and starting to drawn them, with that purple light...seems like this is the end somehow. This was quite the day.
And since the day was over, there was one thing more to do. Nuwa turned to Owen]
You won't even get a moment to curse your fate.
[Having said that, Nuwa shoves forward her sniper rifle, right when her feet hovered, she being drawn towards the portal. It was a somewhat ethereal image, this demonic-looking woman, beautiful yet clearly inhuman, smiling while she got the end of the rifle right against Owen's head.
And, without even a moment of hesitation, she pulled the trigger]
[ And then you go off, being pulled into the sudden whirlwind typhoon created by the burst of energy from the portal, sucking everything in that's light enough into its arch. Really happy for Nuwa for getting in this one last kill before she goes, and maybe she can get in one last laugh at Owen's expense at watching him have to ragdoll physics into the portal while she gets to maybe retain some sense of grace and pride.
Zer0 waves you bye-bye. Maybe you'll meet again, maybe you won't.
The portal sends you hurtling and shaken up and around like going through a storm, but you'll (and by you'll I mean Nuwa will) end up in one piece, wherever you go.
For prizes, (Britt voice) you get rats. One each. ]
🐭
PLAGUE RAT
Infected!
✦ Pocket rat.
✦ Deals corrosive damage.
✦ Cute and cuddly?
A plague rat.
Sic it on enemies to give them a little illness, and be sure to burn the corpse.
🐭
PLAGUE DOCTOR RAT
He's licensed.
✦ Pocket rat.
✦ Removes an affliction.
✦ Cute and cuddly?
Not a plague rat, don't judge by appearances.
Sic it on allies to give them a little health boost.
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The assassin tilts his head at Nuwa for a minute, but she's not the strangest thing he's seen. Even her manner of dress might seem impractical to some, but who's he to judge. And then there's Owen who's in some kind of suit, which also seems impractical, and also Zer0 thinks he looks like an asshole because everyone corporate looks like an asshole, but whatever.
He nods once simply, then, as the ceiling rumbles once again with utmost urgency the final time, as something -- a large laser abruptly runs its course from right above into the ground, carving out a really unnecessarily perfect square from the steel. A giant tip of metal, infused with some glowing unnatural element, stabs into it next, and it lifts the square out from its hole and tosses it aside like a plate. A massive robotic eye looks in from above, the light twitching and observing from the arch, and then to the three. Let's go with a supersized version of this thing for our Vault Guardian for this run. You intrinsically know that killing the Guardian will activate the Vault.
Here we go! The Vault Guardian reaches a robotic, metal hand down through the hole, seeking to squash the enemies it finds! ]
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Okay no, haha.
Aiming at something that's descending right onto you is a bad idea. First thing you need is to find a safe spot from where to aim from, she judges. Doesn't communicate with Zer0 or Owen, she just gets moving, trying to figure out any favorable positions she can find on this vault.
and i suppose she misses every single one because seriously you rolled a 1 nick what the hell]
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I can't believe he rolled a 20. ]
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She gets running but yeah that 1 is fate laughing down on her, given that the Guardian apparently decides she makes for an appealing target. It reaches down and grabs her in a hand, making a kind of painful, buzzing noise. The heat from the unnatural glow of eridium on its body scorches a heat far too close for comfort, but it's unlike any traditional type of heat. No, it buzzes and vibrates the very air, and for a split second, Nuwa feels what it's like to surge with energy, but in a way that grants not power, but nausea. She'll be feeling that strange, lurching sickness for a while, about three tag rounds before it goes away [1].
The semi-mechanical monster seems to aim to crush Nuwa in its hands like she's merely a twig, when Owen's timely and wonderful nat20 is practically a divine intervention. Though the gun he has isn't necessary the strongest out there, he manages to strike hits directly into its elbow joint in a way that causes its mechanics to falter -- but even more than that, the electric shock effect from the bullets fired from the Crit make sparks fly across the Guardian's arm, making the entire creature seize up as it attempts to discharge. Its hand snapping open, Nuwa can drop to the ground.
It is paralysed for the turn, as its other arm flails around and crashes into the wall to keep itself steady. Zer0 will take this chance to leap into combat himself, taking the nice distractions that Nuwa and Owen provided to also shoot. Mildly effective, but not nearly as much as the shock attack. ]
The spark of wire / joints stiff, motherboard freezing / a critical hit.
[ He sounds approving. ]
Is there a weak point?
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Nuwa falls to the ground, slamming down. She still is gripping the Invitation, fortunately! Standing up, a little bit shakily and having to take a second to gather her bearings, and she glares at this enemy.
Since she has been dropped so close to it, may as well take advantage of that. Nuwa doesn't fire her weapon. Instead she runs towards the machine, jumps in the air, brandishing the Invitation, the point of the blade aiming forward, ready to plunge it into the joints below the knee. She doesn't even seem to care about the eridium she's bound to come in contact with -- she's already feeling so sick, let's add more to that!]
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Alright.]
She's already looking for it.
[Owen aims the gun at the thing's other arm and fires for a second time.]
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But anwyay, despite the sickness, Nuwa regains her footing! With determination undying, she runs forward and jams the barrel of the Wedding Invitation right into the paneling in the knee joint, and the alien machine buzzes, whirrs, its eye spins as it looks down towards Nuwa and the interruption. It attempts to bend down further, but the barrel creaks but doesn't quite break, and it can't properly bend down as a result [19!]. Wow, I wonder what kind of damage would happen if you pulled the trigger point blank like this?
Owen, for his part, fires a shot into the other arm as it reaches down to swipe at the wizard, firing while being nicely on the move to dodge the swipe, shocking bullets finding purchase on its palm and seizing up its fingers with electric shocks [19!]. It makes a series of buzzes in mixed alarm and probably some form of alien irritation. Hands and knees compromised. It attempts to make up for it by grabbing a large metal crate and throwing it in Owen's direction -- this pesky annoyance that's been firing at him first, before it decides how to deal with Nuwa. ]
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You're going down.
[Don't count your chickens before they hatch, Nuwa. She trembles for a moment, her grin disappearing when she feels the horrible malaise of the eridium. It takes quite a bit of strength and resolve to pull the trigger instead of collapsing into a heap because of this nasty sensation.
Here we go! Firing!]
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Not today, you weird spindly limbed creature.
He'll probably resurrect whenever this is all completed, but dying still hurts!]
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Owen forgoes more shooting in favour of dodging, which, despite his earlier clumsiness, he manages to get a pretty smooth dodge roll in. The rock crashes where he was, and he gets to gloat in the fact that it wasn't even close to hitting him.
The robot will stop jumping around on its leg after a moment, but the damage is done. Even as it comes to a halt, its leg can no longer support its weight so down it goes crashing on one knee, a shocked palm coming down to support itself. It lets out an eerie whirr and buzz as it does so. Great Guardian, reduced to making hand-slap fights on its knees at three tiny people by comparison.
Above your head, the ceiling is almost totally caved in, given that the hole the thing gouged out of there also took a lot of the support along with it, bits and pieces crumbling over the Guardian's silver-white body. Behind everything is the still-burning Hogcrusher, looking like it could explode at any moment, illuminating the large room with flickering octane flames. Zer0 has the unenviable but very fun job of taking the Guardian's attention, playing cat and mouse with its grabbing hands.
Nuwa and Owen seem to be free to take their course of action to take this giant contraption out. How would you like to do it? ]
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......
Looking back at the Hogcrusher...it's not all that big, in comparison to this guardian. It exploding probably wouldn't bring it down, unless it hit a weak point or its explosion was so big it reached the head. Well, a explosion that big probably would kill them all, that's the problem.
At best, using that to force it down so its head is closer to the ground, and therefore it's more vulnerable to a killing blow, is a fine idea]
Watch out.
[A word of warning, mostly for Zer0.
Nuwa retreats to the vehicle. Not getting in it! And definitely not approaching too much, but as she sees it, just making it go forward may be enough for this to work! Taking debris, one she judged heavy enough to hold down the pedal, and throws it into the barely visible pedal. Takes three tries before one finally lands on it, Nuwa immediately retreating a safe distance from the Hogcrusher while it lurches forward, in direction of that contraption's other leg!
.........
You know, the result of this probably will be much accurate and cooler if the roll had been higher than [10], but that's how it is. She tried!]
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However, he does know that this Vault Guard or whatever seems to fair poorly against the gun he was handed.
So as the vehicle approaches the enemy, he fires at it, hoping for an explosion.
Hey wait a minute, this thing doesn't have blood?]
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Either way, with the weight jostling the gas pedal, the Hogcrusher makes a sputtering, revving noise, its tires grinding against floor and against the weight of the fallen concrete upon it. Like a glorious countdown, you get to watch the pieces fall aside one by one, the death car making one lurch forward, and then another -- until it successfully breaks free and starts hurtling towards the Vault Guardian.
Zer0, fortunately, has the werewithal to see that thing incoming and backflip the hell outta dodge. The Guardian itself, on the other hand, attempts to make a grab -- only for its eye to whirr and glance backwards at the truck coming towards it. Then at the sound of Owen firing the gun. Then back at the truck again.
For an expressionless murderous alien robot, you can almost feel that 'oh, shit' in the air.
Boom goes the car right into the Guardian's body, still kneeled over from Nuwa's earlier attack. It lurches from the impact, and that would've been pretty effective enough as it is, but Owen's fire takes it to a new level as the shock travels over metal, over the truck (is it your imagination? Or do you swear everything started going unironically slow-motion for a moment?) -- and then BOOM.
A truly glorious explosion rings out as the car crashes with a mighty bang, and pieces of stone, metal, and an almost noxiously bright purple liquid rain down from the sky. It might not be the traditional kind of blood and viscera that Zer0 had implied, but for a maybe-robot, it's pretty close.
...
Yeah, you're looking at the totally mangled body of the former Guardian, its torso completely blown open. Its robotic blue eye twitches, whirrs, looks at the two of you as if in great offense... before it finally fades away. ]
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Not that it stops Nuwa from sauntering towards them, sniper rifle in hand]
I suppose the deal has been fulfilled.
[Better cash out on this before the Guardian comes to life somehow, she supposes. She's not ruling it out, despite the very obvious damage this automaton suffered! You never know for sure!]
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Where's the Vault thingy?
[He doesn't want to be here anymore, the violence seems to be over.
He is going to go around the place the Guardian was like the door might be there.]
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Ah, how wonderful. / Beautiful carnage, defeat. / Zer0 is... quite pleased.
[ And then he turns towards the other two, and on his face flashes... a :D. And brings out one of his weapons, some kind of energy-based samurai blade. It looks like he'll be pointing it at them for a moment... ]
You stepped well to the challenge. If we meet as enemies, I will look forward to it.
[ So he comments and without the odd prose, before he proceeds to stick the end of the blade into the Guardian's body. Dismantle the pieces, sell them off -- easy trophies, or cash if he must. Or so you think, because he hunkers by the blade, grip solid on its hilt.
There is a moment of quiet now that there is no longer a giant monster rampaging around, only the quiet hum of the already-present technology littered about. As the quiet wanes, though, you hear the humming get, erm, louder. Does that arch seem somehow brighter to you? Anyone?
If you don't notice it yet, you will soon enough as with a powerful zap, the Vault seems to come to life as the plane below the arch bursts into bright purple light, seemingly a portal of some kind. And it starts sucking everything in, fast. Zer0 seems to be using the pre-emptively stabbed katana to not get himself sucked in, but you two? Might not be so lucky. ]
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And since the day was over, there was one thing more to do. Nuwa turned to Owen]
You won't even get a moment to curse your fate.
[Having said that, Nuwa shoves forward her sniper rifle, right when her feet hovered, she being drawn towards the portal. It was a somewhat ethereal image, this demonic-looking woman, beautiful yet clearly inhuman, smiling while she got the end of the rifle right against Owen's head.
And, without even a moment of hesitation, she pulled the trigger]
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✦ CLOSING.
Zer0 waves you bye-bye. Maybe you'll meet again, maybe you won't.
The portal sends you hurtling and shaken up and around like going through a storm, but you'll (and by you'll I mean Nuwa will) end up in one piece, wherever you go.
For prizes, (Britt voice) you get rats. One each. ]
PLAGUE RAT
A plague rat.
Sic it on enemies to give them a little illness, and be sure to burn the corpse.
PLAGUE DOCTOR RAT
Not a plague rat, don't judge by appearances.
Sic it on allies to give them a little health boost.
[ Thanks for playing!!! ]