Re: [Official]H.P. Lovecraft Mafia; Day Three, Need Reserves
Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 7:51 pm
The perfidious Shoggoths may have failed at their task directly, but that did not mean that the Elder Things were meant to survive...
The humans were the new masters of the lands above, and they were not willing to let the deaths of their own go unanswered for. The humans cast off their ships in wait for the ancient extraterrestrials, the nervous energy this time was not of a lamb surrounded by wolves, but instead the adrenaline rush of a predator, hoping dearly that their prey doesn't outwit them.
The Elder things had far more time to prepare, far vaster an arsenal and sharper a killer instinct, but it did not prepare for the insignificance of humankind, who in the vast cosmic plays were mere specs of dust no greater than any defenseless animals. The creature floated leisurely to the surface, taking no mind of the boats, the fishing ships cast their nets, holding onto the creature just long enough to fire their old whaling harpoons at a new target, a much smaller, and yet much greater foe. Eventually the creature writhed its stalks and fins, then sunk to the deep.
Night Three begins, you have until Monday to send in actions.
The humans were the new masters of the lands above, and they were not willing to let the deaths of their own go unanswered for. The humans cast off their ships in wait for the ancient extraterrestrials, the nervous energy this time was not of a lamb surrounded by wolves, but instead the adrenaline rush of a predator, hoping dearly that their prey doesn't outwit them.
The Elder things had far more time to prepare, far vaster an arsenal and sharper a killer instinct, but it did not prepare for the insignificance of humankind, who in the vast cosmic plays were mere specs of dust no greater than any defenseless animals. The creature floated leisurely to the surface, taking no mind of the boats, the fishing ships cast their nets, holding onto the creature just long enough to fire their old whaling harpoons at a new target, a much smaller, and yet much greater foe. Eventually the creature writhed its stalks and fins, then sunk to the deep.
Night Three begins, you have until Monday to send in actions.