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Message: <blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4258908" data-attributes="member: 3285">PX Poker Night: Part 12 – Good DogGuppy and Hammer worked together to lift the last piece of rubble off of the crab-like thing.  It made a buzzing squeal noise that sounded like a bad recording of a dog’s whimper. “There,” said Hammer.  “Your dog is free.  Now we need your help with—“The lights went out.Cold tiny fingers clawed at his arms.  Hammer blindly swung outward, knocking one of the Greys down with ease.Guppy made a low moan of terror.The ball of light, which dimmed along with the lights in the ship, suddenly illuminated, blinding them.  It zipped out of the room.Hammer swung blindly with one pistol in his hand.  The “dog” was gone, along with the light.  The Greys were lifeless on the ground, having fallen where they stood.  And Guppy pointed a shaking pistol at him.“Guppy, what is wrong with you?”“They’ll never take me!” screamed Guppy.  He squeezed the trigger.Hammer spun as the bullet punched a hole through his shoulder.  He hit the ground hard.Guppy kept firing.  He was shooting bullets in the heads of the Greys.  Their spongy heads jerked with every pistol shot.Hammer lifted his pistol and took careful aim.Guppy looked in shock as his pistol was shot out of his hand.  He turned to look at Hammer, eyes brimming with tears.Hammer didn’t give him a chance to react.  He slammed into Guppy with a flying tackle.  Despite the pain, he was still stronger than Guppy.  He shifted the smaller Indian man into a headlock and held him there.Guppy gasped and wheezed, clawing at Hammer’s face.  Eventually, his struggling ceased.Caprice was at the entryway.  “What the hell are you two doing in here?”“Long story,” said Hammer.  “Help me with Guppy.”They helped Guppy to his feet.  “There’s something big and ugly outside,” said Caprice.  “It keeps fading in and out.  I heard some people screaming…I think it got to the staff in the NCO Club.”“We have to get to the truck,” said Hammer.  “And then we have to get the hell out of here.”Caprice pointed at the bloodless grey bodies. “What about them?”“Leave them.  We can call in a team to clean it up later.  If there’s anything left of them worth cleaning up.”They made their way to the ship’s exit.  The van and truck were still there, with one exception.“What happened to the bodies?” asked Hammer as they half-carried, half-dragged Guppy to the truck.  “That dimensional whatever was eating them,” he said.  “Picks the bodies up and disappears with them.”They threw Guppy into the back of the truck.  Then Hammer got into the driver’s side. Caprice opened the door on the passenger’s side just in time to see a ghostly claw slash through the truck’s steering wheel, shredding Hammer’s chest and tearing the door off in the same motion. He hit the ground ten feet away, unconscious. “S#!T!” shouted Caprice, hopping backwards from the truck. Slowly, the thing unfurled itself in the center of the truck’s engine.  Its hide hung loosely upon its frame, and its rugose, dead-eyed rudiment of a head swayed drunkenly from side to side.  Its forepaws were extended, with talons spread wide, and its whole body was taut with murderous malignity despite its utter lack of facial description. It reached for Guppy’s inert form.In the distance, Caprice could hear a heavy thumping in the air, but he ignored it.  He had been suffering from hallucinations ever since the SONNET machine was turned on.“Hey!” shouted Caprice.  “Over here!”The thing ignored him, reaching through the cab of the truck for Guppy’s head.Caprice raised his pistol with both hands and took aim.  He squeezed off two shots at the thing’s head.  It went right through it.“Hey!  Over here!”The shambler turned around, its dead eyes focusing on him.  Then it slowly sank into the truck. Caprice finally pinpointed the source of the sound.  It was an AH-65 helicopter.  “Not so tough…” began Caprice when he felt the thing’s unnatural presence prick his skin.“Down!” shouted the pilot through the chopper’s amplified speakers.Caprice ducked down as the chaingun let loose metal hellfire on the shambler behind him.</blockquote>

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