Alpha Wolf
It's going to taste like shit, but you bite down on Ro-Man's arm ripping another chunk out of him, he drops you instantly and begins to feel the effects of his wounds as he bleeds severely from his arm and leg.
And it looks like the drugs are taking effect too; you take a quick look in the stands and see them behaving strangely. A lot of them are giggling to themselves and hugging each other; some are just walking around in circles, and others are staring into the distance, pontificating about how they can hear the colors and taste sound. Fortunately none of them seem to have gotten more violent. Moreau's freaks take their weapons away from them.
Meanwhile Ro-Man is attempting to escape back to one of the saucers, limping and leaving a blood trail behind him. You attempt to finish him off, and tackle him to the ground, but he manages to bash you in the face a few times and gets you off of him. While you're trying to recover, he escapes in the saucer.
Oh well, it's another loss for him and another win for you. That's the important thing.
Moreau approaches you while you brush yourself off.
"You did it Wolf! You saved the island and with a minimum of violence!" he says.
"Unfortunately. Well at least I got to kick someone's ass, even if it was Ro-Man."
"So do you want to stay on this island as part of our agreement? Remember I said we'll make special arrangements for you."
You look at Moreau's freaks again who are now also tripping on drugs along with the Martians. The freaks and the Martians look like they've gotten very close to each other too. It looks like an orgy is about the break out.
"Uh no! Living with your freaks would be bad enough, but adding Martians makes it even less attractive. I'll be taking my reward in cash and leaving NOW!"
Moreau shrugs his shoulders, goes back to his office and returns with a briefcase of money, which should be enough to support you for a long time. He flies you back to your home, where you head back to your run down cabin in the woods.
It may not be paradise, but it's yours and you don't have to put up with hippy peace freaks or idiotic drug addled Martians.
And it looks like the drugs are taking effect too; you take a quick look in the stands and see them behaving strangely. A lot of them are giggling to themselves and hugging each other; some are just walking around in circles, and others are staring into the distance, pontificating about how they can hear the colors and taste sound. Fortunately none of them seem to have gotten more violent. Moreau's freaks take their weapons away from them.
Meanwhile Ro-Man is attempting to escape back to one of the saucers, limping and leaving a blood trail behind him. You attempt to finish him off, and tackle him to the ground, but he manages to bash you in the face a few times and gets you off of him. While you're trying to recover, he escapes in the saucer.
Oh well, it's another loss for him and another win for you. That's the important thing.
Moreau approaches you while you brush yourself off.
"You did it Wolf! You saved the island and with a minimum of violence!" he says.
"Unfortunately. Well at least I got to kick someone's ass, even if it was Ro-Man."
"So do you want to stay on this island as part of our agreement? Remember I said we'll make special arrangements for you."
You look at Moreau's freaks again who are now also tripping on drugs along with the Martians. The freaks and the Martians look like they've gotten very close to each other too. It looks like an orgy is about the break out.
"Uh no! Living with your freaks would be bad enough, but adding Martians makes it even less attractive. I'll be taking my reward in cash and leaving NOW!"
Moreau shrugs his shoulders, goes back to his office and returns with a briefcase of money, which should be enough to support you for a long time. He flies you back to your home, where you head back to your run down cabin in the woods.
It may not be paradise, but it's yours and you don't have to put up with hippy peace freaks or idiotic drug addled Martians.
