05-01-2007, 04:18 AM
Suddenly, within each PET of every Net Navi inside Necrophylus, the screen fuzzed. Static scrambled the picture, inkling lines of black and white began striping throughout the monitor screen. The sound speakers squealed. Soon each PET screen convulsed in pixelated madness.
Just as it appeared, the estranged act waned. The screens blipped. The white noise quieted. Every screen turned black. When their PET's rebooted, it revealed a clearing encompassed with evergreens.
Standing in its center stood Auspex. He and his contingent of Chamberlain Guard stood semi-circle before the PET window. Their puzzle-camo of red, black, and white stood contrast to the cool gun-metal of their weapons. They were staring past the PET window at something off screen, something buzzing, something so constant that it makes the teeth itch. Behind them, the burned corpse of a Lumber Mill still smoldered, fogging the lowland craters and trunks.
"Once Necrophylus tears a hole into her Domain, open the channel between Mar and Pyroman.exe, communication only." Auspex told the Troopers. "We're going to need brainy to guide us."
Two troopers broke from the circle and disappeared off screen. "Second thing, beware of the flying one, you know, the-I'm-a-thick-headed-idiot one. He'll probably be dropping from the sky and say something like 'Oh my god' or something ridiculous like that. Just make sure you give him written directions..."
Three more left. "Thirdly," Auspex continued, "When the generator's finished tearing the hole, turn it off. I don't want another Chernobyl-esque incident again."
After the the last sentence the screens turned black and began rebooting. When the screen lit again, they had returned to normal operating status, except for Mar's which still remained dark.
Just as it appeared, the estranged act waned. The screens blipped. The white noise quieted. Every screen turned black. When their PET's rebooted, it revealed a clearing encompassed with evergreens.
Standing in its center stood Auspex. He and his contingent of Chamberlain Guard stood semi-circle before the PET window. Their puzzle-camo of red, black, and white stood contrast to the cool gun-metal of their weapons. They were staring past the PET window at something off screen, something buzzing, something so constant that it makes the teeth itch. Behind them, the burned corpse of a Lumber Mill still smoldered, fogging the lowland craters and trunks.
"Once Necrophylus tears a hole into her Domain, open the channel between Mar and Pyroman.exe, communication only." Auspex told the Troopers. "We're going to need brainy to guide us."
Two troopers broke from the circle and disappeared off screen. "Second thing, beware of the flying one, you know, the-I'm-a-thick-headed-idiot one. He'll probably be dropping from the sky and say something like 'Oh my god' or something ridiculous like that. Just make sure you give him written directions..."
Three more left. "Thirdly," Auspex continued, "When the generator's finished tearing the hole, turn it off. I don't want another Chernobyl-esque incident again."
After the the last sentence the screens turned black and began rebooting. When the screen lit again, they had returned to normal operating status, except for Mar's which still remained dark.