Fuck. I feel like some trashy runner. I have never run from a fight before but there were so many of them.
Acknowledgement, Firearms > Hatchets in 'Situation: group combat.'
Not that I don't know how to use a gun. I just don't have one. I mean I've been hunting runners up until this point and its not very sporty to come at a cockroach with a firearm. NOPE!
FUCKING COCKROACHES HAVE RUINED ME
Your disgusting little feelers touching all of my fucking food. You all deserve a hatchet to the face/feelers!
That said we seem to have bitten off a lot more than we chew seeing how 5 minutes into freedom we got hit with a death squad thing at our first 'secure' location.
We are finding it hard to turn to our own proxy brethren for help in this situation because Fracture has some notable sway in what is left of the proxy hierarchy as a handler thing. That coupled with my general distrust of murderous, monster worshiping, mask wearing freaks and I just can't bring myself to risk the oh so likely double cross that seeking aid from a proxy is sure to bring!
And for the record, while I am a Freak like other proxies just the same, I actually pull the style off.
YOU FUCKERS DON'T
AND JESUS CHRIST WHAT IS THAT NOISE?!
Oh... the room is on fire again... and Moth seems to have already left...
TRAITOROUS FUCK DITCHED ME!