Thursday, December 16, 2010

Reeks, Freaks and Polar Bears, Oh My!



"Don't shoot!" you gasp, holding up your hands. "I'm not a spy! I swear! I found an invitation to the party that's on tonight and came to return it, but then I came across the Dictators of Zrag and heard them planning to set off a bomb down here! I came to stop it but I really don't know what to do. Can you help me, please?" "He's lying!" says the microchip in the blue skinned G.I's gun. "Have you ever heard such nonsense? He's a dirty Nort scout, don't listen to a word he says Rogue!" "Nort scout my ass," growls Savage, moving his shotgun barrel right up to your nose. "This is a Volg sympathiser if ever I saw one! Where are your mates hiding, eh? Spill the beans or I spill your guts!" "Back off, you lunatics!" snaps Defoe, shouldering Savage roughly aside and jerking Gunnar up to point at the ceiling. "How many times do I have to tell you, its the Reeks that are planning to disrupt this party, and this is clearly no Reek. He's not dead, for starters..." "That's easily fixed!" snaps Savage, spitting a wad of saliva to the floor. "For both of you!" With tensions mounting amongst the occupants of the room, you realise there's a very real possibility you won't get out of here alive unless you can come up with something fast, and decide to use these guys' delusions to your advantage. "Listen," you begin, crossing your fingers and hoping you can pull this off. "The Dictators of Zrag, they...they said they have an operative down here, who's going to set off the bomb. They said it was a...a Volg or...a Nort or...?" "A Reek?" asks Defoe, as Savage and Rogue go to full alert. "Could it have been a Reek?" "It could," you nod. "It could have been. They were down the hall a bit so I couldn't hear it properly..." "Only one way to find out," Rogue says, retrieving his helmet from where it hangs on the top of a broom handle and placing it on his head. "Let's go take a look around." "Yeah," Savage grunts. "We'll soon see who these 'Dictators' are working with!" With nothing to lose and a chance at stardom to gain, you rise from the chair and follow the trio out of the broom closet, suggesting you go left, as you noticed somebody sneaking around down there a minute ago. Taking point, Rogue leads the way to the bottom of the hall and around the corner, along the short passage and to the set of double doors at its end. The room you enter is black as pitch but before anyone can reach out to search for a light switch, somebody flicks it for you and flourescent tubes above flicker to life. "Holy crap!" Savage blurts, as the interior of the room becomes visible - and you see you are not alone. "Reeks!" you hear Defoe shout, as Rogue grabs you roughly and shoves you halfway across what you find to be a boiler room. "I told you it was Reeks!" You trip and hit the ground, rolling on to your back to see Savage, Defoe and Rogue squaring off against the others who are present - an ungodly trio of zombies you recognise as Zombo, Artie Gruber...and a very dead polar bear!



Do you...

Scream, flee from the room and run like Hell, or...

Stick with Savage and Co and risk being eaten?