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AN: So, my mom, in her hysteric's had apparently overblown my dad's heart problem quite a bit. Not that I can blame her, she really does love my dad.
He should be out of the hospital on Monday. I got back from visiting him much faster than I thought, because I was led to believe he was on his death bed, when he's nowhere near that point.
So yeah update not delayed anymore.
Read it and discuss, these are still terminal entries, so no voting yet.
But you should be getting a short update giving you choices either tomorrow or Monday.
October 23rd 12:00 PM.
To whoever it may concern
This is Lars "Larry" Kohler, Head of Workshop B1, And I am writing this to keep my thoughts from descending into a panic spiral.
About two hours ago, the world ended. So… yeah, not exactly the best way to start the day. Kinda lame I wasn't outside when it all went down though, would've been amazing to watch it all burn down with a mushroom cloud in the backdrop…. Probably still wouldn't have made up entirely for the apocalypse… but it would have helped.
Workshop's B2 and 3 are irradiated as all get out, apparently, they had the particle accelerator running when the EMP hit and knocked the primary power out, so no one's going in there anytime soon. And the plasma huffers down in C1 somehow managed to melt their doors shut, so who knows what happened to them and the rest of the C workshops.
Point is, most of us are dead or wishing they were.
Some of our subordinates are still around too, but I never bothered to get to know their names.
At any rate, there's talk of going to see if anyone's still alive in the other parts of the building.
So, Bill and me along with a few of the grunts are going to the bio-science Division, see if any of the Frankenstein's made it through.
XXXXXX
October 23rd 1:30 PM.
This is Larry here.
I need drugs, all of the drugs. Bill's fucking dead, everyone in the Bioscience Division is dead.
I can't say much about the Frankenstein's, But I liked Bill, that old man had some great stories to tell.
Anyways we go down there, looking for survivors, like I said in the last entry you know?
Well everything past Public Floor 1 is fucking covered in blood and entrails… seriously the intestines were strung across everything like some sort of fucked up party streamers or something.
There is blood on everything, just… absolutely everything down there. My boots and pants are covered in it. Everyone who made it out of their fucking reeks of it too.
Anyway, so yeah most of us lost our shit on seeing that, but eventually we decided to go looking for what actually happened.
Lab 1 was as stated before just covered in blood and entrails, the desks and the equipment were pretty much all broken, one unlucky dumbass stepped on some glass and it went through his foot, dudes probably got blood poisoning now.
Lab 2 is when shit started getting really bad though.
Well at least we found the bodies… pretty much all of them had their bellies ripped out and their legs either ripped off somehow, or broken.
And they were all piled high, must have been at least 20 of them just stacked up like firewood.
I'll admit it, I blew chunks, that place fucking reeked something fierce.
The place was still covered in blood, but the bodies were actually… well they had some sort, blueish moldy looking crud growing on them?
You ever seen those beetles with the shiny blue green shells? the vine's kinda were looking like that, all metallic and iridescent and shit.
Oh, and the security bots were wrecked, The Sentry bot the company kept on station had his head ripped off and his torso armor ripped open.
One of the mooks apparently cried when they saw him like that… some of us in the workshops had gotten really attached to it, giving it names and such.
I guess I understand, we did spend like 3 months building things for it here in the workshops.
Our metal friend didn't go out like a pansy though, we found some green colored fluids mixed in with the rest of the blood near him.
Apparently, he went out shooting.
Godspeed, you robotic killing machine, may you eternally murder commies in that great battlefield in the sky.
At any rate, when we got to Lab three… unlike the other two, there weren't any piles of desecrated corpses, nor was there blood everywhere, heck barring a few broken protectron's even the equipment and the terminals in the area were intact.
We were about to look through the terminals, when we heard this godawful shrieking noise, and then something punched through a goddamned wall, grabbed Bill and pulled him through.
By the time, we caught up, Bill had his belly ripped out and his legs ripped off.
We were only about 30 seconds behind whatever the fuck it was.
Now if you excuse me I've gotta discuss our next move with my remaining associate, and then I'm going to get as high as a kite.
XXXXXX
October 23rd 2:30 PM.
Yeah fuck all of this, Melissa, Me and the mook squadron are leaving this shithole.
But were doing a bit of public service first, we got some explosives, and were gonna cave in the main entrance as we leave, to keep whatever the fuck is in here with us from leaving.
If you're some looter or other moron coming to take the tech here, I'd advise you to leave… now.
If any other survivors of West-Tek are still in the building and you find this, we're gonna try and Go to Bob's Good dogs and hole up there, I brought some guns with me from B1.
I'd suggest you try and follow us.
There should be Plenty of food and drink to share in that restaurant, we'll plan our next move there.
Lars Kohler signing out, for the last time.
AN: Yep.
You all know the drill by now.
He should be out of the hospital on Monday. I got back from visiting him much faster than I thought, because I was led to believe he was on his death bed, when he's nowhere near that point.
So yeah update not delayed anymore.
Read it and discuss, these are still terminal entries, so no voting yet.
But you should be getting a short update giving you choices either tomorrow or Monday.
October 23rd 12:00 PM.
To whoever it may concern
This is Lars "Larry" Kohler, Head of Workshop B1, And I am writing this to keep my thoughts from descending into a panic spiral.
About two hours ago, the world ended. So… yeah, not exactly the best way to start the day. Kinda lame I wasn't outside when it all went down though, would've been amazing to watch it all burn down with a mushroom cloud in the backdrop…. Probably still wouldn't have made up entirely for the apocalypse… but it would have helped.
Workshop's B2 and 3 are irradiated as all get out, apparently, they had the particle accelerator running when the EMP hit and knocked the primary power out, so no one's going in there anytime soon. And the plasma huffers down in C1 somehow managed to melt their doors shut, so who knows what happened to them and the rest of the C workshops.
Point is, most of us are dead or wishing they were.
Some of our subordinates are still around too, but I never bothered to get to know their names.
At any rate, there's talk of going to see if anyone's still alive in the other parts of the building.
So, Bill and me along with a few of the grunts are going to the bio-science Division, see if any of the Frankenstein's made it through.
XXXXXX
October 23rd 1:30 PM.
This is Larry here.
I need drugs, all of the drugs. Bill's fucking dead, everyone in the Bioscience Division is dead.
I can't say much about the Frankenstein's, But I liked Bill, that old man had some great stories to tell.
Anyways we go down there, looking for survivors, like I said in the last entry you know?
Well everything past Public Floor 1 is fucking covered in blood and entrails… seriously the intestines were strung across everything like some sort of fucked up party streamers or something.
There is blood on everything, just… absolutely everything down there. My boots and pants are covered in it. Everyone who made it out of their fucking reeks of it too.
Anyway, so yeah most of us lost our shit on seeing that, but eventually we decided to go looking for what actually happened.
Lab 1 was as stated before just covered in blood and entrails, the desks and the equipment were pretty much all broken, one unlucky dumbass stepped on some glass and it went through his foot, dudes probably got blood poisoning now.
Lab 2 is when shit started getting really bad though.
Well at least we found the bodies… pretty much all of them had their bellies ripped out and their legs either ripped off somehow, or broken.
And they were all piled high, must have been at least 20 of them just stacked up like firewood.
I'll admit it, I blew chunks, that place fucking reeked something fierce.
The place was still covered in blood, but the bodies were actually… well they had some sort, blueish moldy looking crud growing on them?
You ever seen those beetles with the shiny blue green shells? the vine's kinda were looking like that, all metallic and iridescent and shit.
Oh, and the security bots were wrecked, The Sentry bot the company kept on station had his head ripped off and his torso armor ripped open.
One of the mooks apparently cried when they saw him like that… some of us in the workshops had gotten really attached to it, giving it names and such.
I guess I understand, we did spend like 3 months building things for it here in the workshops.
Our metal friend didn't go out like a pansy though, we found some green colored fluids mixed in with the rest of the blood near him.
Apparently, he went out shooting.
Godspeed, you robotic killing machine, may you eternally murder commies in that great battlefield in the sky.
At any rate, when we got to Lab three… unlike the other two, there weren't any piles of desecrated corpses, nor was there blood everywhere, heck barring a few broken protectron's even the equipment and the terminals in the area were intact.
We were about to look through the terminals, when we heard this godawful shrieking noise, and then something punched through a goddamned wall, grabbed Bill and pulled him through.
By the time, we caught up, Bill had his belly ripped out and his legs ripped off.
We were only about 30 seconds behind whatever the fuck it was.
Now if you excuse me I've gotta discuss our next move with my remaining associate, and then I'm going to get as high as a kite.
XXXXXX
October 23rd 2:30 PM.
Yeah fuck all of this, Melissa, Me and the mook squadron are leaving this shithole.
But were doing a bit of public service first, we got some explosives, and were gonna cave in the main entrance as we leave, to keep whatever the fuck is in here with us from leaving.
If you're some looter or other moron coming to take the tech here, I'd advise you to leave… now.
If any other survivors of West-Tek are still in the building and you find this, we're gonna try and Go to Bob's Good dogs and hole up there, I brought some guns with me from B1.
I'd suggest you try and follow us.
There should be Plenty of food and drink to share in that restaurant, we'll plan our next move there.
Lars Kohler signing out, for the last time.
AN: Yep.
You all know the drill by now.
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