6. Taylor IV
Numen
Long Time Creeper
- Location
- Canada
A/N: Chapter 5 has been edited. All C percentages now corrected. 0.97% C is now written as 97% C. Furthermore, the following passage has been edited. The VI explained that thaumaturgic winds was going to cause "unpredictable" temporal effect due to a "leaking black hole" prior to the departure of the drop pod.
Taylor IV
No. I couldn't die like this. Death was for defeatists. If I was going to die, I was going to go out with glory! Glorious deaths weren't really deaths, you see. They were immortality. Only the weak die- the glorious live forever.
"Count me by the stars that light my path ahead. Count me by the corpses I leave behind me."
I got back on my feet and considered what to do. My head still hurt like hell, and I was on the verge of passing out. But no, in the present situation, that would mean certain death. Giving my enemies an easy kill wasn't my idea of a meaningful death.
I pulled open the emergency medical pack that comes standard in every escape pod. Let's see….combat drugs, combat drugs and...combat drugs. No kurse stones- thank the gods. Or more likely, Mom removed them, they were literal suicide attack power boosts. Not something you want kids to get their mitts on. Combat drugs were apparently okay, Suicide magical rock, not okay. Dark Elf logic, everybody.
The Dark Elves truly were fascistic space Nazis.
I swiped the drugs and stabbed one into my neck immediately. It auto-injected. My headache immediately cleared and my eyesight sharpened. The sudden difference almost made me dizzy again, but I steadied myself with preternatural calm.
I was very, very calm.
I pulled out the weapon's rack next to Malekith's Statue and I jabbed two fingers at him.
"This is your fault. Your karma was so huge, somehow, the rest of it couldn't be paid off with the death of our entire race, and now it's all on my shoulders. This was why this entire clusterfuck is happening to me."
I wasn't an expert on theology, but I was pretty sure that must be it.
I pulled up a Particle Cannon- this baby would make short work of those Icicle-jocks! And then realized that I was still missing my right arm from the elbow down.
Ohgodammit. I dropped the cannon and grabbed a particle rifle instead to sling over my shoulder, I quickly grabbed and slapped two particle pistols to to my hip's armour panels and they locked together. Maglock? Probably Elven magic.
I also swiped a creche of Black Hole grenades to swing over my back- I had only one hand here, my back would have to pick up the slack for my missing hand. There was sadly only daggers, no swords, shields or the like- the escape pod was sadly a bit limited. That it had this much weapon on it spoke well of Dark Elven military preparedness.
Or more likely, the frequency with which my people employed suicide attacks and raids, even escapepod must be prepared to go full Rambo, I guess.
No time to think. Time to slay me some giants. With drugs pumping in my veins, I commanded the hatch to open.
A frost giant stared back at me, his eyes widening in horror as he confirmed that, yes, I was a big scary Dark Elf. To be fair, he looked bigger and more ugly- with glowing red eyes. In any court of law, I am pretty sure the Jury would rule in my favour as the victim in this situation.
I put a hole in his brain with a quick tap of the trigger on my particle pistol. One-handed style. Style points for sure.
Taylor 1, Jotun 0.
And game on. I should probably be bothered by the fact I just committed my first ever murder, but I felt calm. Very very calm. No panic whatsoever. No anxiety. No stress. I felt real good. I loved this feeling, I want to be like this all day, everyday.
Drugs were awesome.
I glanced outside the large office window and noted that somehow, the city was frozen over- there was heavy snowfall everywhere. What the actual fuck. How were the Jotuns doing this?
"AAAARGH!" A bunch of Jotuns screeched and charged at me. I have absolutely no desire to let them get too close, I might be the goddess who bitch slapped the Simurgh across the Solar System, but my chestplate still had a huge hole in it thanks to the anti-matter explosion earlier in space. Not wanting to get stabbed in my current situation was only reasonable.
Reasoning that my problems could be solved with violence, I quickly blew open the craniums of a couple more Jotuns that came into range, dropping them before they could attack me with their icicled fists. The rest faltered in fear. I would too if I had a popsicle for a weapon.
Taylor 5, Jotun 0.
The dozen or so Jotuns that had spread out around the room- it looked like a CEO's office or something- snarled at me. The lead Jotun- I can tell cause he's the tallest and ugliest looking, stomped forward.
"Dark Elf! You shall pay for the crimes against all life! I, commander Gargukmr promise it so in the name of Laufey!"
Oh I was spot on, he really was the boss of this bunch. And if I recalled, the Jotuns didn't exactly have the best reputation either, where does he get off casting stones in my direction? But credit where credit was due, they at least hadn't tried to omnicide the entire Universe. That special distinction was only for my kind of people.
"Better add more felonies to that rap sheet you got for me, Jotun." I bit out in Allspeak, knowing they would understand it. "Because I was just getting started."
I promptly blew his brain out as well, splattering what was left of his head across his subordinates. These guys were weak! Or my particle pistol was too strong.
Taylor 6, Jotun 0.
The Jotuns roared in fury and as one charged at me. One swiped at me, but I rolled backwards towards my Pod. A blast of ice nailed the floor next to me and began to spread out- okay, they were getting serious. I scrambled around my Pod to get some cover from the hail of ice spears launched my way. I quickly swung back out of the side to take some potshots before ducking back. THUD! THUD! I heard two thuds. I think I killed at least two, maybe even three. THUD! I heard a third thud. Yep, I killed three.
Taylor 9, Jotun 0.
There was a loud clang as a Jotun hopped atop of the Pod to stare down at me, he materialized a giant slab of ice from between two hands, and tried to crush me to death with it, knowing I had little space to maneuver, given that my back was to the wall.
I admit I was jealous that he had two hands. I only had one!
But then I remembered that my one hand had a gun.
I pointed it at his face and blew his brains out. Taylor 10, Jotun 0.
The ice slab slid down to the floor next to me. I stabbed my knife into it to form a makeshift handle and hauled it up. Elven super strength for the win!
With a ice shield in hand, I hurried around the Pod and charged straight for the Jotuns who were launching the ice spears my way- the spears broke on impact against the much thicker slab of ice and I rammed them all, pushing them out of the office into the abandoned hallway. The lights were flickering, likely due to damage from either the Simurgh or my Pod crashing through the roof and several floors.
With breathing space and a viable escape path, I ran for it, ditching my make-shift riot shield. I had a big advantage in that I, unlike those Jotuns, grew up on Earth.
Thus I found myself in front of an elevator as I rapidly jammed the button multiple times.
"Come on, come on, come on, come on!"
The floor numbers slowly climbed as the elevator crawled up ever so slowly to the floor I was on. I noted that I was on the 9th floor. That wasn't too bad. I only 8 floors worth of Jotuns to clear out.
I was panicking again. I pulled down the neck protector of my suit and quickly jabbed another combat drug injector into it. It beeped and flooded my circulatory system with whatever the fuck the Dark Elves came up with to crack up their soldiers.
I felt much better.
The howling groups of Jotun rounded the corner just as the elevator door opened. In the blink of an eye, I threw a black hole grenade their way, before diving towards the elevator and slamming my hand down on the door close button.
The last thing I saw before the doors sealed shut was the satisfaction of a miniature singularity swallowing up the Jotuns, twirling them around it's event horizon before slamming towards a singular point of space and collapsing into nothingness.
Taylor 19, Jotun 0.
Idly, I considered how long the Jotuns had spent spinning in that event horizon before dying. A thousand years? Ten million? Hopefully they were unconscious the entire time.
The elevator shuddered and stopped. Did they freeze it or something?
A icicle slid between the crack between the two halves of the door and began to thickened as it widened into a ice wedge. I looked in the blood red eyes of a snarling Jotun.
"Dark Elf. You shall pay for your crimes against all life!"
Wow, Deja Vu. It was like they rehearsed this. Or the whole Universe really really hated Dark Elves.
A spear of ice exploded from one fist and nailed me through the chest to the back of the elevator. Oh god, the pain! Dark blood splashed all over the floor of the elevator room. A thin line of blood trailed down the frozen spear towards the Jotun who seemed mesmerized by my blood. His nose twitched at the smell.
"What a dark and unnatural fluid. You truly are unlike any other being in the Universe."
What was he talking about? My blood looked perfectly normal! Sure it's darker, but that was a colouration issue. I was sure frost giants have weirder blood.
Oh wait, was he talking about the dark matter in my blood? I guess that made sense then. I would be different.
He lifted the other fist, ice forming over it.
Was this it? I beat the goddamned Simurgh and get killed by some upstart Jotun?
No- I refuse to die.
I grabbed the spear and broke it, leaving half of it in my chest as I tore myself off of the wall. I then pulled out the spear and plunge it through the Jotun's left eye and through his brain. Taylor 20, Jotun 0.
I was burning with power!
I stared at my arm at it darkened, the flesh rippling unnaturally. Very little about me was natural, but this was pushing it. It was like something in my blood was trying to burst out of my body.
I could think about that later. I kicked the elevator doors with the dead Jotun- and was completely unprepared for everything to explode outwards from the force of my kick.
Holy shit, I had supersonic kicks? Outside the elevator, I saw a large office space full of cubicles. And a horde of Jotuns who roared and charged at me.
I grabbed the particle rifle with my left arm- my only arm- and unleashed a hailstorm of red energy bolts. The first line of Jotuns dropped dead as their heads or chests exploded. The ones who survived only lost limbs. They didn't survive for long, as I swept the line of fire back and forth.
Like Rambo! Taylor 35, Jotun 0.
One of the Jotuns slammed a fist on the ground and a blast of cold mist exploded outwards towards me- ooogh, that was chilly. The area touched by the mist was immediately frozen solid with a thick permafrost that extended out across the floor with preternatural quickness.
The frost hit my legs and froze me up to my waist. I shrugged and took a step forward, my sheer strength shattering the ice around me.
The Jotun stared at me in disbelief. I put a hole in his brain. Taylor 36, Jotun 0.
Thanks for the ice rink by the way! I hopped on top of the dead jotun in front of me- it was the elevator guy who almost killed me before I decided that Death was optional for me today. I therefore, dubbed my surfboard Elevator Guy after the living dude he used to be. Using one foot, I began to push myself and Elevator guy forward.
With a burst of speed I was sliding forward on the icy floor towards the other side. My particle pistols dealt death to any Frost Giants that I even so much as glimpsed at. Taylor 41, Jotun 0.
I crashed through the double doors, out into a hallway. The corpse I was surfing on slid to a stop in front of a large crowd of Jotuns who stared at me in in shock and horror.
"Someone wants to make more ice for me? I want to finish my ride." I quipped. "And Elevator Guy needs to lube up."
I surfed down a frozen staircase amidst an explosion as Jotuns hit the walls at a velocity hard enough to pulverize their body. Taylor 62, Jotun 0.
I circled onto the next flight of stairs and continued sliding down at breakneck speeds. The corpse I was surfing on was now completely frozen due to shielding me from several icy blasts from the earlier wave of Jotuns. Thanks Elevator Guy, watching out for me even in death. I'll be sure to share a bit of my highscore with you.
I shot two Jotuns who were trying to climb up the stairs to stop me as I rocketed onto the next flight of stairs before they even dropped dead.
Taylor 64, Jotun 0.
This couldn't be normal, right? Were Dark Elves this strong?
I finally rounded the corner that allowed me hit the ground floor. I smashed through the doors to enter the lobby. Unlike the upper floors, it was completely frozen over, there was a large hole on one wall and the streets looked more like Antarctica than Canberra.
The few Jotuns there spun around in shock before I blew their heads off with a few swipes of the room with my rifle. Just hold 'em out and move horizontally back and forth. Rambo was a great teacher.
Taylor 71, Jotun 0.
And then, I heard a fearsome shriek from outside the large hole in the wall and saw a large reptile like beast charging towards me from a distance. As it drew closer, I realized that it was very very big. Behemoth sized. I gripped my rifle harder.
I had to wonder, was this Beast worth 1 point or 100 points?
Well, I figured that depended on how hard it was to kill. But first, I require another combat drug injection.
I immediately realized I had a big problem. If I missed the Earth's orbit by too large a margin, I was screwed. The escape Pod had a inertial dampener built in, I could activate it to slow my descent to Earth so as to not repeat a dinosaur killer. And it would of course come in handy when I needed to make sure I was landing on the right planet. But if the distance was too great, I would just end up floating in space until some Tinker could rescue me.
I coughed violently and I looked down into the specks of dark blood on my gloved palm.
"Crap."
Or I die from my iron-induced injuries. Gotta remember the magical allergy attack I am suffering from right now. None of today was an optimal solution! I almost missed having orange juice poured over my head. Of course, as of right now, I feel I would probably tear out Emma's spine and strangle Sophia with it if they bother me. Ain't nobody got time for that bullying nonsense right now. I beat the Simurgh fair and square.
My very existence was validated. Even Odin would have to acknowledge my glory was boundless. Live or die, I'd deserve Valhalla. Even if they should reject me, I'd still have won.
"You are leaving Jupiter's Orbit at a vector towards Earth at 97% the speed of light. Destination ETA inestimable due to thaumaturgic winds."
Wait, what.
"Thaumaturgic Winds?"
"Your black hole was leaking" The VI said by way of explanation. "Unpredictable temporal effects."
Well, that didn't sound good. Fucking time dilation would be going crazy!- Dad had better not be an old man, or space dust by the time I get back!
I sighed, there's nothing I could do about the situation- may the Norns be benign. I relaxed somewhat, with my back to the wall. If there was nothing I could do about something, then it wasn't worth fretting over.
"Play file #8325."
One of Mom's favourites.
I coughed violently and I looked down into the specks of dark blood on my gloved palm.
"Crap."
Or I die from my iron-induced injuries. Gotta remember the magical allergy attack I am suffering from right now. None of today was an optimal solution! I almost missed having orange juice poured over my head. Of course, as of right now, I feel I would probably tear out Emma's spine and strangle Sophia with it if they bother me. Ain't nobody got time for that bullying nonsense right now. I beat the Simurgh fair and square.
My very existence was validated. Even Odin would have to acknowledge my glory was boundless. Live or die, I'd deserve Valhalla. Even if they should reject me, I'd still have won.
"You are leaving Jupiter's Orbit at a vector towards Earth at 97% the speed of light. Destination ETA inestimable due to thaumaturgic winds."
Wait, what.
"Thaumaturgic Winds?"
"Your black hole was leaking" The VI said by way of explanation. "Unpredictable temporal effects."
Well, that didn't sound good. Fucking time dilation would be going crazy!- Dad had better not be an old man, or space dust by the time I get back!
I sighed, there's nothing I could do about the situation- may the Norns be benign. I relaxed somewhat, with my back to the wall. If there was nothing I could do about something, then it wasn't worth fretting over.
"Play file #8325."
One of Mom's favourites.
Taylor IV
No. I couldn't die like this. Death was for defeatists. If I was going to die, I was going to go out with glory! Glorious deaths weren't really deaths, you see. They were immortality. Only the weak die- the glorious live forever.
"Count me by the stars that light my path ahead. Count me by the corpses I leave behind me."
I got back on my feet and considered what to do. My head still hurt like hell, and I was on the verge of passing out. But no, in the present situation, that would mean certain death. Giving my enemies an easy kill wasn't my idea of a meaningful death.
I pulled open the emergency medical pack that comes standard in every escape pod. Let's see….combat drugs, combat drugs and...combat drugs. No kurse stones- thank the gods. Or more likely, Mom removed them, they were literal suicide attack power boosts. Not something you want kids to get their mitts on. Combat drugs were apparently okay, Suicide magical rock, not okay. Dark Elf logic, everybody.
The Dark Elves truly were fascistic space Nazis.
I swiped the drugs and stabbed one into my neck immediately. It auto-injected. My headache immediately cleared and my eyesight sharpened. The sudden difference almost made me dizzy again, but I steadied myself with preternatural calm.
I was very, very calm.
I pulled out the weapon's rack next to Malekith's Statue and I jabbed two fingers at him.
"This is your fault. Your karma was so huge, somehow, the rest of it couldn't be paid off with the death of our entire race, and now it's all on my shoulders. This was why this entire clusterfuck is happening to me."
I wasn't an expert on theology, but I was pretty sure that must be it.
I pulled up a Particle Cannon- this baby would make short work of those Icicle-jocks! And then realized that I was still missing my right arm from the elbow down.
Ohgodammit. I dropped the cannon and grabbed a particle rifle instead to sling over my shoulder, I quickly grabbed and slapped two particle pistols to to my hip's armour panels and they locked together. Maglock? Probably Elven magic.
I also swiped a creche of Black Hole grenades to swing over my back- I had only one hand here, my back would have to pick up the slack for my missing hand. There was sadly only daggers, no swords, shields or the like- the escape pod was sadly a bit limited. That it had this much weapon on it spoke well of Dark Elven military preparedness.
Or more likely, the frequency with which my people employed suicide attacks and raids, even escapepod must be prepared to go full Rambo, I guess.
No time to think. Time to slay me some giants. With drugs pumping in my veins, I commanded the hatch to open.
A frost giant stared back at me, his eyes widening in horror as he confirmed that, yes, I was a big scary Dark Elf. To be fair, he looked bigger and more ugly- with glowing red eyes. In any court of law, I am pretty sure the Jury would rule in my favour as the victim in this situation.
I put a hole in his brain with a quick tap of the trigger on my particle pistol. One-handed style. Style points for sure.
Taylor 1, Jotun 0.
And game on. I should probably be bothered by the fact I just committed my first ever murder, but I felt calm. Very very calm. No panic whatsoever. No anxiety. No stress. I felt real good. I loved this feeling, I want to be like this all day, everyday.
Drugs were awesome.
I glanced outside the large office window and noted that somehow, the city was frozen over- there was heavy snowfall everywhere. What the actual fuck. How were the Jotuns doing this?
"AAAARGH!" A bunch of Jotuns screeched and charged at me. I have absolutely no desire to let them get too close, I might be the goddess who bitch slapped the Simurgh across the Solar System, but my chestplate still had a huge hole in it thanks to the anti-matter explosion earlier in space. Not wanting to get stabbed in my current situation was only reasonable.
Reasoning that my problems could be solved with violence, I quickly blew open the craniums of a couple more Jotuns that came into range, dropping them before they could attack me with their icicled fists. The rest faltered in fear. I would too if I had a popsicle for a weapon.
Taylor 5, Jotun 0.
The dozen or so Jotuns that had spread out around the room- it looked like a CEO's office or something- snarled at me. The lead Jotun- I can tell cause he's the tallest and ugliest looking, stomped forward.
"Dark Elf! You shall pay for the crimes against all life! I, commander Gargukmr promise it so in the name of Laufey!"
Oh I was spot on, he really was the boss of this bunch. And if I recalled, the Jotuns didn't exactly have the best reputation either, where does he get off casting stones in my direction? But credit where credit was due, they at least hadn't tried to omnicide the entire Universe. That special distinction was only for my kind of people.
"Better add more felonies to that rap sheet you got for me, Jotun." I bit out in Allspeak, knowing they would understand it. "Because I was just getting started."
I promptly blew his brain out as well, splattering what was left of his head across his subordinates. These guys were weak! Or my particle pistol was too strong.
Taylor 6, Jotun 0.
The Jotuns roared in fury and as one charged at me. One swiped at me, but I rolled backwards towards my Pod. A blast of ice nailed the floor next to me and began to spread out- okay, they were getting serious. I scrambled around my Pod to get some cover from the hail of ice spears launched my way. I quickly swung back out of the side to take some potshots before ducking back. THUD! THUD! I heard two thuds. I think I killed at least two, maybe even three. THUD! I heard a third thud. Yep, I killed three.
Taylor 9, Jotun 0.
There was a loud clang as a Jotun hopped atop of the Pod to stare down at me, he materialized a giant slab of ice from between two hands, and tried to crush me to death with it, knowing I had little space to maneuver, given that my back was to the wall.
I admit I was jealous that he had two hands. I only had one!
But then I remembered that my one hand had a gun.
I pointed it at his face and blew his brains out. Taylor 10, Jotun 0.
The ice slab slid down to the floor next to me. I stabbed my knife into it to form a makeshift handle and hauled it up. Elven super strength for the win!
With a ice shield in hand, I hurried around the Pod and charged straight for the Jotuns who were launching the ice spears my way- the spears broke on impact against the much thicker slab of ice and I rammed them all, pushing them out of the office into the abandoned hallway. The lights were flickering, likely due to damage from either the Simurgh or my Pod crashing through the roof and several floors.
With breathing space and a viable escape path, I ran for it, ditching my make-shift riot shield. I had a big advantage in that I, unlike those Jotuns, grew up on Earth.
Thus I found myself in front of an elevator as I rapidly jammed the button multiple times.
"Come on, come on, come on, come on!"
The floor numbers slowly climbed as the elevator crawled up ever so slowly to the floor I was on. I noted that I was on the 9th floor. That wasn't too bad. I only 8 floors worth of Jotuns to clear out.
I was panicking again. I pulled down the neck protector of my suit and quickly jabbed another combat drug injector into it. It beeped and flooded my circulatory system with whatever the fuck the Dark Elves came up with to crack up their soldiers.
I felt much better.
The howling groups of Jotun rounded the corner just as the elevator door opened. In the blink of an eye, I threw a black hole grenade their way, before diving towards the elevator and slamming my hand down on the door close button.
The last thing I saw before the doors sealed shut was the satisfaction of a miniature singularity swallowing up the Jotuns, twirling them around it's event horizon before slamming towards a singular point of space and collapsing into nothingness.
Taylor 19, Jotun 0.
Idly, I considered how long the Jotuns had spent spinning in that event horizon before dying. A thousand years? Ten million? Hopefully they were unconscious the entire time.
The elevator shuddered and stopped. Did they freeze it or something?
A icicle slid between the crack between the two halves of the door and began to thickened as it widened into a ice wedge. I looked in the blood red eyes of a snarling Jotun.
"Dark Elf. You shall pay for your crimes against all life!"
Wow, Deja Vu. It was like they rehearsed this. Or the whole Universe really really hated Dark Elves.
A spear of ice exploded from one fist and nailed me through the chest to the back of the elevator. Oh god, the pain! Dark blood splashed all over the floor of the elevator room. A thin line of blood trailed down the frozen spear towards the Jotun who seemed mesmerized by my blood. His nose twitched at the smell.
"What a dark and unnatural fluid. You truly are unlike any other being in the Universe."
What was he talking about? My blood looked perfectly normal! Sure it's darker, but that was a colouration issue. I was sure frost giants have weirder blood.
Oh wait, was he talking about the dark matter in my blood? I guess that made sense then. I would be different.
He lifted the other fist, ice forming over it.
Was this it? I beat the goddamned Simurgh and get killed by some upstart Jotun?
No- I refuse to die.
I grabbed the spear and broke it, leaving half of it in my chest as I tore myself off of the wall. I then pulled out the spear and plunge it through the Jotun's left eye and through his brain. Taylor 20, Jotun 0.
I was burning with power!
I stared at my arm at it darkened, the flesh rippling unnaturally. Very little about me was natural, but this was pushing it. It was like something in my blood was trying to burst out of my body.
I could think about that later. I kicked the elevator doors with the dead Jotun- and was completely unprepared for everything to explode outwards from the force of my kick.
Holy shit, I had supersonic kicks? Outside the elevator, I saw a large office space full of cubicles. And a horde of Jotuns who roared and charged at me.
I grabbed the particle rifle with my left arm- my only arm- and unleashed a hailstorm of red energy bolts. The first line of Jotuns dropped dead as their heads or chests exploded. The ones who survived only lost limbs. They didn't survive for long, as I swept the line of fire back and forth.
Like Rambo! Taylor 35, Jotun 0.
One of the Jotuns slammed a fist on the ground and a blast of cold mist exploded outwards towards me- ooogh, that was chilly. The area touched by the mist was immediately frozen solid with a thick permafrost that extended out across the floor with preternatural quickness.
The frost hit my legs and froze me up to my waist. I shrugged and took a step forward, my sheer strength shattering the ice around me.
The Jotun stared at me in disbelief. I put a hole in his brain. Taylor 36, Jotun 0.
Thanks for the ice rink by the way! I hopped on top of the dead jotun in front of me- it was the elevator guy who almost killed me before I decided that Death was optional for me today. I therefore, dubbed my surfboard Elevator Guy after the living dude he used to be. Using one foot, I began to push myself and Elevator guy forward.
With a burst of speed I was sliding forward on the icy floor towards the other side. My particle pistols dealt death to any Frost Giants that I even so much as glimpsed at. Taylor 41, Jotun 0.
I crashed through the double doors, out into a hallway. The corpse I was surfing on slid to a stop in front of a large crowd of Jotuns who stared at me in in shock and horror.
"Someone wants to make more ice for me? I want to finish my ride." I quipped. "And Elevator Guy needs to lube up."
+++
I surfed down a frozen staircase amidst an explosion as Jotuns hit the walls at a velocity hard enough to pulverize their body. Taylor 62, Jotun 0.
I circled onto the next flight of stairs and continued sliding down at breakneck speeds. The corpse I was surfing on was now completely frozen due to shielding me from several icy blasts from the earlier wave of Jotuns. Thanks Elevator Guy, watching out for me even in death. I'll be sure to share a bit of my highscore with you.
I shot two Jotuns who were trying to climb up the stairs to stop me as I rocketed onto the next flight of stairs before they even dropped dead.
Taylor 64, Jotun 0.
This couldn't be normal, right? Were Dark Elves this strong?
I finally rounded the corner that allowed me hit the ground floor. I smashed through the doors to enter the lobby. Unlike the upper floors, it was completely frozen over, there was a large hole on one wall and the streets looked more like Antarctica than Canberra.
The few Jotuns there spun around in shock before I blew their heads off with a few swipes of the room with my rifle. Just hold 'em out and move horizontally back and forth. Rambo was a great teacher.
Taylor 71, Jotun 0.
And then, I heard a fearsome shriek from outside the large hole in the wall and saw a large reptile like beast charging towards me from a distance. As it drew closer, I realized that it was very very big. Behemoth sized. I gripped my rifle harder.
I had to wonder, was this Beast worth 1 point or 100 points?
Well, I figured that depended on how hard it was to kill. But first, I require another combat drug injection.
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