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**Mordoskul**

(Howler)
We sense new presences, their minds are not as blank as the ones we have encountered. Perhaps they will be of use to us. They are located outside of the facility, they are unaware of our presence, you shall act as our eyes. Scout out their positions and gift as many of them as you can.

**Mordoskul**

Yeah, another new page!

**mink580**

I listen to the hive, and scout the area looking for the ones it told me about, i get ready to let out a howl when the time comes.

**Mordoskul**

(Howler)

These humans are different than those of the Conclave, and a small voice in the back of your mind recognizes them. The UN has arrived at the Lazarus Facility.

**mink580**

I approach them and let out a large howl.

**Mordoskul**

Several UN soldiers cry out as they are warped into wiry, blade limbed monstrosities.

**mink580**

I continue to look for more things to turn.

**Mordoskul**

A bullet zips past your head, a sniper. He is located several yards away, he may get off four more shots before you reach him.

Pick a number 1-15.

**mink580**

3

**Mordoskul**

(Howler)

Your lungs burst, punctured by a bullet, spewing spores into the air. You continue to charge, however mute. Scampering up the sniping post.

Pick a number 1-10

**mink580**

6

**Mordoskul**

You leap at him, knocking him down. He draws his knife, and makes a wild slash towards you.

Pick a number 1-10

**mink580**

4

**Vulkan_He'stan**

10

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

9 (soz been gone)

**Mordoskul**

(Howler)

Your speed fails you as the sniper jams the knife into your neck, twisting it. He cries out in rage as he pulls out the blade with a powerful tug, seperating your head from your shoulders. Despite this, you are still alive, although blind and deaf.

**Mordoskul**

(Dan)

As you fall to the ground, the assassin whirls about, bringing one of his arm blade scything through your neck, causing your head to seperate from your body in a gory spray. You are dead.

(time to make a new character)

**Mordoskul**

(Dez)

You fire at the thing, your rounds powdering the slick bone with every tug of the trigger. The room falls silent as you survey the scene. Dimly, you can hear a voice telling you to wake up, it begins to grow louder every second.

**mink580**

I turn him to the hive mind from the spores gushing out of my chest

**Mordoskul**

(Howler)

Pick a number 1-10

**mink580**

8

**Mordoskul**

You spew out a multitude of spores, infecting the sniper. He warps into another Howler like yourself.

**mink580**

I lay down waiting to see if the hive heals me.

**Mordoskul**

Your flesh begins to knit back together, a gift from the Hive Mind.

**mink580**

I get back up and search for more to turn to the glory of the hive.

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

It's not time to leave yet. I walk over to the bodies in the room, inspecting thier wounds, so I can think about defending myself, so that I don't die like they did.

**Vulkan_He'stan**

Damn i liked my char....

Name: Gaz
Personality: Humorous laughs a lot
Faction: UM Remenant
Class: heavy assault trooper
Personal History: Has been in the military all of his working life
Family: very poor
Worst Fear: clowns
Hopes For The Future: to kill all clowns
Motivation: killing

**Mordoskul**

(Dez)

The corpses appear to have met their end by strangulation with a sharp cord.

**Mordoskul**

(Gaz)

Hitting the snow hard, you right yourself, spraying the Conclave troopers with your trusty Ripsaw, literally tearing them in half with the deluge of lead. A group of Conclave soldiers engage you in a firefight near the Primary Gate. A voice crackles over your com. "Finish off your targets and make your way into the facility!"

Pick a number 1-10

**Vulkan_He'stan**

6