The "Higher Ups" are finally on the scene, but they are not here as back up, it's a bit too late for that, now they're here as clean up, they're cleaning up all the bodies in our neighborhood.
Alright, so the next wave of these assholes was not strategy, they just sent as many of Timbers into our neighborhood as they could, equipped with any weapon you can imagine, some even bare-handed. Bottom line, it was like a small army was advancing right onto us, we were outnumbered by a lot and even with snipers supporting us from a distance, there is no way they would be able to take down every single one of those fucks.
Good thing I had a plan for a situation if we would need reinforcements, this is where my card came out of my sleeve, that card was Franky. See, none of you know that Franky can access The Path, however, since it was blocked out from the inside, we had to bring The Path to us, how would we go about doing that? Well, by calling for help it's creatures, The Denizens. That's right, somehow Franky is buddy, buddy with them, seriously, these guys protect Franky like he is the fucking president or something. I don't know how he manages to control them, or whatever, but that wasn't important, what was important is that we asked him to call upon them, as he did, these creatures started crawling out from everywhere, the sewers, our roofs, our floor, the ground, everywhere you can think of.
Now it was fair, these creatures, with no hesitation, jumped in for an attack, some of them got blown out of the air, others made past the fire, seeing those things work, they immediately go for the throat with their sharp teeth, those things are fucking freaky looking, I'd be lying if I said that I didn't want a pet like that.
Our Gunners were opening fire on Timbers and if they came anywhere close to the houses, the close combatants were there to chop their hands off. Not to mention,we got extra assistance from the snipers, as a result, we lost 16 people, but we were able to repel them, the entire neighborhood was filled with corpses.
Also, fun little note, the Denizens seem to be self cleaning, since their bodies disappear into thin air once they die.
After a few hours, "The Higher Ups" came down to our neighborhood and started cleaning shit up, they told us that we did a good job and that we don't have to worry anymore, apparently the wave of Timbers are suddenly going in a different direction, weather they are re-grouping, or if they are retreating is unknown to me. But quite frankly I don't care, all I needed to know is that they ain't coming over here anymore and if they do, we are prepared.
I hope you try to fuckin befriend a denizen and he tears you a new arsehole.
ReplyDeleteWhile it's probably no consolation, I am sorry that not everyone made it and wish your community a secure grieving process. Don't expect to hear much more from the Timberpups for a few days; they seem to have devoted all that energy to troubling me now but I suppose it is better this way.
ReplyDeleteMaybe Franky is their fucking president. You said he gives impressive speeches.
I would fucking hate to have a pet Denizen; they're not exactly domesticated, they reek, and you'd have to clean up their poo. Stick with your tarantula. Tarantulas are cuties!
Wow... the fact that he can control them IS pretty impressive. B is missing a finger, and has a couple big scars from running into those things in the past, and thinking HE can tame them. I'm wondering how your friend does it....
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