Everything began turning white, and the combatants once again experience the same rushing feeling from earlier. Once their vision returned, they found themselves in the next arena. It appeared to be some kind of villa with a large building in the distance. All of the builldings seem to be falling apart, and the technology is decayed. The entire area was covered in some kind of red cloud. "Ghost People of the Sierra Madre seek out intrudersssss..." It seems painful to breathe for those who have to.
New arena... god, I was hoping we'd at least get a break first. Running like hell and letting everyone else do the fighting is exhausting work.
Well... this place seems nicer than the spooky-dark cave, at least.
Having a little difficulty catching my breath - it's like my lungs are burning. I must be more out of shape than I thought.
You see a figure wearing a black body suit and a gas mask,with glowing green eyes.
...Hey, it's a guy! Is that a newcomer? Maybe they're not hostile? I raise an arm to wave and call out to the new guy-
I then took aim, and went for a headshot...
-and the robot puts a bullet through him.
My eye twitches, slightly. For all he knew that was a friendly. Well... let's just hope he didn't have any friends-
-He had friends. Angry friends. I sigh. Hopefully they were already hostile and we didn't just tick off a potential ally. Or neutral. Oh, well. Now is fighty time...
One of my tentacles spears it mid flight, while two others lash out at the ghost things. My other three are occupied with keeping my modesty.
Hey, Tentacles is back on her feet! Wait, why's she only using three tentacles -
oh. I go slightly red.
DON'TLOOKDON'TLOOKDON'TLOOKDON'TLOOK SHE CAN EAT YOU.
I make a point of averting my eyes. Really don't want to risk annoying someone who can tear off my arms and beat me with them.
The Cloud is damaging technology.
I break into a coughing fit. Okay, this... I shouldn't still be trying to catch my breath. There's sort of a reddish cloud around the place. Is there some kind of gas? Poison? It looks to be having an effect on even Legion and the Starman... not poison, then.
Something tells me that we need to figure this out, quickly. I hunker down to think. The others seem to have the Hazmat-Men well in hand.
The ones that seem to be dead are getting up again.
...or not. Good lord, that's... that's terrifying, and given the company I've been keeping recently that's saying something. I mean, it's one thing to see this sort of thing in a game or movie, but watching something take a shot to the head and then climb right back up again? In real life, that is
scary.
Well, maybe it's just cause I'm a hobo. I wonder if burning the corpses would keep them down.
The ones getting back up soon have head sized chunks of ground thrown at their heads. Hard.
Their heads are crushed in to chunks of some kind of gray meat.
Huh. Wonder if they can get up from
that. Also, there's the daily reminder that Tentacles is scary as fuck and I really shouldn't tick her off.
The ghost people still go down and get back up. You can't kill them. They are already dead.
...Oookay, starting to get a little worried. I light a Molotov and hope the weird red haze isn't flammable.
"Guys! They can't come back if we dispose of their legs!" I shouted.
...The hell kind of logic is
that? I ain't heard o' nothing that need its
legs to survive. Seriously, that-
"Physics! It doesn't matter if they're technically alive if they've no propulsion!" I said.
-okay that's actually valid. Criticism retracted. I cautiously step closer to one of the downed ones. It's already getting back up.
"Itsh time for
Shience!" I shout, before ditching the Molotov at the Ghost Person and running like fuck.
Really hope that worked. That was my last Molotov.
