Catharsis of Cthulhu
You follow the first body's trail to the Bridge. The body has left an indescribably trail of gore after it, obviously rending and destroying any crew member it passed on its mad dash to the Bridge.
You storm into the command center of the ship only to find more destruction. Every Control panel and I/O board in the room has been smashed beyond recognition and the few technicians working there have been disemboweled and lay twitching on the floor. Eve Catharsis stands in the center of the gore.
Her face, once a soft pale representation of female anonymity, has been contorted into a twisted mask of what it once was. Her mouth was stretched into a joker's grin across her cheeks, her eyes discolored and shot with blood. The muscles in her body jumped with mad energy.
"That ... disgusting false carapace of yours!" Eve rasped, screaming through what sounded like a collapsed throat or crushed larynx. "It is some manner of fowl protection against us and we do not appreciate it," she rasped.
"Miss Catharsis, if you were the one who wreaked this havoc, I will have no choice save to put you down myself," you reply to her mad declarations.
If possible, her broken mouth stretches into an even wider grin, her eyes crinkling and elongating with the force of her grin. He laughs didn't sound like laughter, they sounded like a hacking cough.
You shift your center of gravity down and move onto the balls of your feet. Just as you launch yourself forward, Eve's hacking laugh turns into an ear-splitting scream of rage.
The corpses that were twitching on the floor suddenly leap to life and clutch themselves about you. You are unable to move, their strength far exceedingly what they are physically capable of expending.
Eve Catharsis approaches you, her fingernails growing improbably long and thick under the flickering light above.
"I am quite done with you, my little automaton," she whispers in your ear, her breasts soft and warm against your chest, even as her claws crack the titanium plating of your skull.
You feel that if you had a heart, it would most likely stop.
Before you feel the cold slick feel of the Elder One's appendages wrap around your consciousness and pull you
down
down
down
into
the black.
You storm into the command center of the ship only to find more destruction. Every Control panel and I/O board in the room has been smashed beyond recognition and the few technicians working there have been disemboweled and lay twitching on the floor. Eve Catharsis stands in the center of the gore.
Her face, once a soft pale representation of female anonymity, has been contorted into a twisted mask of what it once was. Her mouth was stretched into a joker's grin across her cheeks, her eyes discolored and shot with blood. The muscles in her body jumped with mad energy.
"That ... disgusting false carapace of yours!" Eve rasped, screaming through what sounded like a collapsed throat or crushed larynx. "It is some manner of fowl protection against us and we do not appreciate it," she rasped.
"Miss Catharsis, if you were the one who wreaked this havoc, I will have no choice save to put you down myself," you reply to her mad declarations.
If possible, her broken mouth stretches into an even wider grin, her eyes crinkling and elongating with the force of her grin. He laughs didn't sound like laughter, they sounded like a hacking cough.
You shift your center of gravity down and move onto the balls of your feet. Just as you launch yourself forward, Eve's hacking laugh turns into an ear-splitting scream of rage.
The corpses that were twitching on the floor suddenly leap to life and clutch themselves about you. You are unable to move, their strength far exceedingly what they are physically capable of expending.
Eve Catharsis approaches you, her fingernails growing improbably long and thick under the flickering light above.
"I am quite done with you, my little automaton," she whispers in your ear, her breasts soft and warm against your chest, even as her claws crack the titanium plating of your skull.
You feel that if you had a heart, it would most likely stop.
Before you feel the cold slick feel of the Elder One's appendages wrap around your consciousness and pull you
down
down
down
into
the black.
