Swamp Rat Gets Crab(s)

Where everyone arrives. Arrival is not team-separate, and we trust you'll be able to figure out which you're on. We send supplies plus purchases every month, on the first. The original dock was destroyed, and the current one is still only half-finished, so you're dropped off a bit of a ways up the bank where its safer to land. Just don't get lost.
The team Warehouses also stand out near here, or at least used to. RED's is the only one still standing, while BLUs seems to have been burned to the ground. Or maybe exploded. Or both.

Swamp Rat Gets Crab(s)

Postby Tentacles » Sun Jun 17, 2012 7:24 pm

A curious site graced the swamp's surface. It was the same cargo boat that had brought the dreaded monster itself, splitting the black waters as it made a hasty bee-line for the shore. The crew was less then thrilled to be back at the ill-fated base, and they wanted to dump their shipment as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, they would find the docks in ruins. Well, a pity for the creature they were transporting. A wooden crate, emblazoned with the familiar DANGER LIVE CARGO was hoisted from the hold, though fortunately smaller then the last they had delivered to Swamp Rat. Shrugging, they tossed it over the side, letting it land in the muddy shallows before gunning the engine and tearing back in the direction of town.

If someone doesn't investigate the crate soon, it will sink. Do you approach y/n?
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Re: Swamp Rat Gets Crab(s)

Postby Penultimate Pi » Sun Jun 17, 2012 8:20 pm

Had anyone else seen that boat, they would've run off to their respective bases, or warned someone, or perhaps both. Adrian, however, was not one of these people, simply because he hadn't seen the boat before.

So the crate struggling to float in the shallows didn't really spell DANGER LIVE CARGO for the Demoman, who simply gave the boat a funny look. Never mind why the Demoman was out here in a semi-drunken stupor, what had the captain of THAT tub so eager to drop off one crate before hauling arse?

Well, maybe the monster they'd dropped off earlier, but that was a different matter, really.

Walking into the muddy shallows of the swamp water, the demolitions expert tried to heave the darn box onto shore with little success (all no thanks to that liquor in his system) before giving up on the shoals. The crate had gotten stuck in the mud, and no amount of effort in Adrian's hands right now could either get it on land entirely or pry the surprisingly well-made lid open. Grumbling a bit, Adrian stumbled off back to BLU base, determined to return with something to pop the top on this mystery container.

Adrian wouldn't find the base's only half-rusted crowbar until a LOT later, and by the time he did he realized his Pain Train would all of the same effect. God, he needed to think more... or just stop drinking entirely. Taking the last sip of his gradually-spent bottle of beer, the Demoman shivered satisfyingly, drunkenly deciding against that last part. No amount of poor alcohol handling on his part would stop him from enjoying a cold one.
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Postby Tentacles » Tue Jun 19, 2012 1:40 pm

The crate's contents had been notably agitated by the trip into the swamp, and the attempted heavy ho out of the mud, not to mention the crate was slowly filling with stink water. And then whoever made a half hearted attempt to free it walked away.

This. This would not do.

Some muffled scrabbling could be heard from the crate as the contents turned itself over in the confined space. Hissing. Light cursing.

A metallic spike forced its way out of the side of the crate with a single thrust, an impressive show of force, but failed to do...much of anything. Infact, all it accomplished was getting itself stuck. Further. Somehow.

With what basically amounted to its ass lodged into the crate.

This was already shaping up to be a horrible day.
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we discussed this last night and i'm gonna do it

Postby Tentacles » Fri Jun 22, 2012 10:15 am

Given enough time, anything is possible. Like the theory of twelve monkeys in a room with typewriters; eventually one of them will bang out Hamlet. This theory was in play today.

Eventually the contents of the crate managed to free itself, using the 'deadly' spike to poke out the bolts that held its container together. If the drunken Demoman returned to the scene, he would find some curious, if worrying, evidence of the creature that broke out. A flurry of multiple foot prints appeared in the mud, seemingly having no rhyme or reason to their pattern. They didn't seem to be exactly feet, however - the impressions almost appeared like human hands. The tracks twirled around the bank before vanishing into the swamp itself.
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