There are so many things you could do, you think, your various appendages raising to striking positions. It is time to ****. To SEED.
There is a sudden sound of hissing, and you turn to see what looks like a cloud of smoke entering the chamber where you are. You are a bit perturbed by this, wondering what is going on...before the world goes white as fire roars through the chamber.
Somewhere else.
"This is bad, Colonel. Not what we planned at all for reseeding creatures."
"Damn virus. Well, at least we have the brothel for re-population."
"Sir, I don't know if we can handle the men."
"That's not your problem, now, is it Captain."
"Sir, no, sir!"
(This thread was written to close off a thread that I wasn't totally happy with. If you wish to continue it, feel free, but it's not my personal favorite...)
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