Round 12
Someone has been Evicted.
A woman, clad in the fur of some once-farmable creature, turned to the man beside her. In front of them, a humidifier - a machine used to pump water into the air, making it more moist - finally became clogged with the oil it was forcing through its system and stopped working. The woman took a single deep breath through her gas mask, without which she would no doubt have choked on the poisonous air.
She turned to her assistant and spoke with an electronic voice, amplified by the circuits in her gas mask. "It is time."
The man beside her squirmed.
"You're having doubts." Her statement dripped with threat. She expected him to shut up there and then, and run along to give the right instructions to the right people.
"Ma'am..." the man begun. "We won't survive this."
The woman looked up. There, no more than a hundred metres away, was the Generator they had worked so hard to claim. So near, and yet so far. The purple robes of this subset of the Tunnellers assaulted her vision, a final nail driven into their own coffin.
"It matters not." she told him. "Go."
The man ran off. She'd been saving the Napalm Bomb for a more apt moment, but this would have to
Weather report: Very sunny!
Round 12 ends: Round 12 has ended.Please PM any queries to
myself and Naii_the_Baf.
