03-25-2007, 01:07 PM
[Slag Station New Cypress]
Ice caked like icing. Along the controls, sensor sweeps, radar coils, and door locks it grew. Broken water pipes had fed the growth well until the cold turned into solid sheets, natural steel strength, coats smooth and reflective. The swivel chairs were moored to the floor locked with solid ice.
The room didn't smell. The odor froze into the walls, leaving a necrotic cold that numbed the nose. Pure oxygen. It gave the impression of weightless euphoria, a mind-numbing blindess, a senseless place.
He stood before the main console. His hell gun was strapped against his back, pistol at his side, and both hands spread outside a single keyboard. His emotionless visor watched the console screen blip the command at the bottom right: Yes/No?
In the deadness around him, the wolfen pressed Y.[/b]
Ice caked like icing. Along the controls, sensor sweeps, radar coils, and door locks it grew. Broken water pipes had fed the growth well until the cold turned into solid sheets, natural steel strength, coats smooth and reflective. The swivel chairs were moored to the floor locked with solid ice.
The room didn't smell. The odor froze into the walls, leaving a necrotic cold that numbed the nose. Pure oxygen. It gave the impression of weightless euphoria, a mind-numbing blindess, a senseless place.
He stood before the main console. His hell gun was strapped against his back, pistol at his side, and both hands spread outside a single keyboard. His emotionless visor watched the console screen blip the command at the bottom right: Yes/No?
In the deadness around him, the wolfen pressed Y.[/b]