Post by Rift on Oct 22, 2016 10:44:35 GMT -7
This. Is. Unacceptable.
Bad enough that I have to keep inventing distractions for Spider-Fake, devoting time I don't have that could be better used applied to ideas for the alterations I need to make to the time stream, to delaying the twit, but now there is a new player. Or an old one. Who knows when it comes to these...things.
Last night a researcher of mine, one of the very few individuals that know of the Time Vault and its inner workings ended up dead. Miguel has less issue killing than I did back in the day, but he still only does so as a last resort. This guy however dropped my researcher to the pavement. He did so from above the top level of traffic. The poor bastard bounced off of several hover cars on the way down, past the lowest levels, and into the bowels of Old New York. Private Eye agents found him earlier today thanks to the implanted tracker I had put in but there was hardly anything left. Calling him a pancake at this point seems kind. Luckily I recovered footage of the incident.
A hover bike driven by what looked like James Cameron's wet dream of a monster, a metal skeleton with red eyes and a head on fire interrogated him before sending him way down below, express lane. A skeleton with fire on its head is not exactly new, but I gotta admit, the chainsaw hand is a nice touch. Way more intimidating than the chains ever were.
I seriously need to step things up now though. I mean when it comes to O'Hara I know what to do, but if this thing is supernatural like those of my day were I am really screwed. Then again even if it is just some tricked out robot, the noose is tightening now that more than one costume is looking for the Time Vault.
Bad enough that I have to keep inventing distractions for Spider-Fake, devoting time I don't have that could be better used applied to ideas for the alterations I need to make to the time stream, to delaying the twit, but now there is a new player. Or an old one. Who knows when it comes to these...things.
Last night a researcher of mine, one of the very few individuals that know of the Time Vault and its inner workings ended up dead. Miguel has less issue killing than I did back in the day, but he still only does so as a last resort. This guy however dropped my researcher to the pavement. He did so from above the top level of traffic. The poor bastard bounced off of several hover cars on the way down, past the lowest levels, and into the bowels of Old New York. Private Eye agents found him earlier today thanks to the implanted tracker I had put in but there was hardly anything left. Calling him a pancake at this point seems kind. Luckily I recovered footage of the incident.
A hover bike driven by what looked like James Cameron's wet dream of a monster, a metal skeleton with red eyes and a head on fire interrogated him before sending him way down below, express lane. A skeleton with fire on its head is not exactly new, but I gotta admit, the chainsaw hand is a nice touch. Way more intimidating than the chains ever were.
I seriously need to step things up now though. I mean when it comes to O'Hara I know what to do, but if this thing is supernatural like those of my day were I am really screwed. Then again even if it is just some tricked out robot, the noose is tightening now that more than one costume is looking for the Time Vault.
