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The Nature of Predators - The Sacrifice (2/6)
🕑 Added 2023-11-11 12:00:04 +0000 UTCMemory transcription subject: Cedric Flynn, Human Civilian
Date [standardized human time]: March 4, 2137
There was nothing but darkness meeting my eyes, as I lay prone underneath the tarp that had covered the fruit shipment. I’d crawled into the back of a parked semi, at a rest stop across the street from the arena; there was no climate control in the container, but it was the fastest way to hitch a ride far away from this place. Scrounging up a plan was my next order of business. Every time the truck stopped, whether at a traffic signal or to turn, I was worried a Yulpa would poke their head back here and root me out. Getting out before the vehicle reached its destination would be ideal, unless I wanted to fight my way through a city.
I clutched my fingers tighter around the seized spear, which I held to my side. It had been a spare item for their ritual left on a desk, presumably in case one of the sticks they meant to crucify me with broke. At least I had a weapon now; I couldn’t allow myself to get recaptured, so this was a grim option should it come to death or agony. A quick end was preferable to a prolonged spectacle, though I’d rather think of a way to survive and find a ship off-world. An opened box of a pink-and-white fruit had supplied me with food, as I gambled that it would be edible; foraging would be a necessity, if I could find my way to the rainforest patches I’d glimpsed in both directions.
I can’t rely on help from the locals, and I imagine a search party is after me now. Dammit. At least out in the wilderness, I know how to survive, and I can wait until they come to me. Kippe snatched the wrong human—one that can handle unfamiliar terrain.
The way that Yulpa bitch had brought about my capture made my skin crawl, going against every principle of mariners watching each other’s backs. Whether someone was sailing through a sea or alien stars, we worked to help a fellow captain in distress—if not out of altruism, because of the hope that someone would go out of their way if we wound up in that position. I’d devoted eight years of my life to the US Coast Guard, transferring after an enlistment as a Navy SEAL. Surviving SEAL training required mental toughness that few people possessed, and while I often regretted burning the prime years of my life in faraway places, that skillset could help me here. It figured that when I finally transitioned to the civilian sector, I got roped into this alien SNAFU that I’d wanted nothing to do with.
I’d enjoyed my time with the search-and-rescue team in the Coast Guard; if it weren’t for first contact, I would’ve re-enlisted as soon as I had the opportunity. Instead, I didn’t sign on the dotted line because of an idea the United Nations floated for after the war: the Space Guard. It would be a supranational military organization, a branch of the Peacekeepers, devoted to patrols and search-and-rescue within the territory of Terra and her colonies. However, personnel wouldn’t be assigned to such missions until Aafa was put down. My time had been spent learning to fly starships on my own dime, before I took on a few contracts ferrying private company goods to Liberty’s Bastion.
“To any starships in the area, I’ve experienced a total power failure. Warp and sublight travel are impossible,” the Yulpa had broadcast, in her carefully-laid trap. In retrospect, she’d seen a human vessel on the sensors and wanted to lure me in. “Life support will fail from backup power in hours. I require immediate assistance, I repeat, the situation is dire.”
Contrary to what Kippe claimed about me wanting to capture her, I’d intended to rescue her from a ship failure. After my time in the Coast Guard, it was second nature to help a spacefarer in distress; I thought it would be the perfect practice run for when I joined the fledgling Space Guard. I knew the voice on the other end of the line was alien, and was aware of how they might react to a “predator” answering the call. That was the reason I extended the docking request without chatter, using the extra time to think of reassurances about my presence. While I imagined I might have difficulties persuading the caller to come with me, I never dreamed I’d have a dart pricking my neck as soon as I opened the airlock. The next thing I knew, I found myself in a cage wearing a collar like I’d read about from Marcel’s torment.
The chants from the crowd, aimed at me, echoed in my ears; I’d been able to hear it from that dehumanizing cage. “Make it scream!”
How close had I been to ending up gutted by thirteen pikes, and spending my final minutes with the pain receptors in my brain at full blast? No amount of toughness could prepare me for a ritual as sadistic as they detailed. It was fortunate that Kippe left me clothed and unattended, and that despite my hammering heartbeat, I’d been able to put the bobby pin I always carried in my pocket to good use. After slipping my wrist through the bars and fiddling with the lock, it clicked open; I’d started to make a break for it, before realizing I needed to ditch the collar. It was awkward, but I managed to get a feel for it and undo it from my neck.
Knowing there was no time to waste, I ducked into an unoccupied storage room, and picked up a spear. It was a guess which way led out of the building, but I thought I could see natural light at the far end of the hallway. Keeping my footsteps as muffled as possible, I crept past an oblivious Yulpa, who was on his holopad instead of watching security cameras. These weren’t any aliens I recognized, with their strange tongues being used to grab objects, and their jarring brown pelts that cut off into zebra stripes on their hindlegs. Observations aside, it had been a matter of silently opening the door, and bolting toward the first semi I saw.
I can dwell on how I got here all day, or I can do something about it. There’s no backup here: it’s me against the world. The next time the truck stops, I need to crack the door open and see if I can make a break for it.
I rolled the tarp up into a makeshift sack, loading pink-and-white fruits inside and slinging it over my shoulder. I crouched at the edge of the truck bed, waiting with my fingers wrapped around the door handle. When I felt the vehicle come to a complete halt, I cracked the door open. My eyes locked with a terrified Yulpa driver in the car behind me, who slammed their snout against a shrill equivalent to a horn: possibly alerting the person driving me. I could see that we were on a winding road through the countryside, with rainforest beckoning to me a few hundred meters away on the right flank. My feet hopped onto the pavement, and I made a break for the obscuring woodland.
The driver who’d spotted me was frozen with fear, and the vehicle didn’t careen after me; I ducked into the tree cover, not daring to stop as leaves crunched beneath my shoes. It was only after I’d pushed deep into the forest that I slowed, and considered my next move. Finding a water source, purifying it, and building a makeshift shelter were my first concerns. Later on, to supplement the snatched food shipment, I would get my hands dirty and hunt. I was certain I should lend thought to self-defense as well. When the witness on the road reported my sighting, Kippe and the rest of her cult would come after me.
Those exterminator freaks could simply start a forest fire to burn me out, given that they didn’t care about the ecosystem, but I believed Kippe wanted me alive. She mentioned how sacrificing me, as her prize, would make her famous, and she seemed delighted by the meticulous torture she planned to put me through. Her pride would compel her to try to bring me back under her control, and that was where my skillset would come in handy. When the Yulpa arrived to capture me, they’d find a few surprises I was going to leave for them. I’d be waiting for them as well, ready to strike when their guard wavered. Frankly, I was pretty damn pissed off about being dragged off as a ritual sacrifice, for trying to offer humanitarian aid to an alien.
“I should’ve never gotten involved with an alien’s problems,” I muttered to myself, as I got to work dragging branches into a clearing. “They’re monsters. They never showed an ounce of compassion for humans; it wasn’t just Sovlin who gets off on our graphic demise. Holy shit.”
I picked up the Yulpa spear from where I’d left it on the ground, and considered how I’d whittle my branches into traps. First off, I thought I could hear running water in the distance, so it was time to get myself a drink—it would need to be toted in makeshift cookware from stone. I’d gather myself a collection of rocks for…other purposes too. I could strike a smooth pebble from the creek into the rough of edge of an appropriate rock, and get myself a good piece of flint. That would lend me another weapon, and one that would be perfect for sharpening more spears from branches and molding parts for traps. Take out a few game animals, use their sinew to make some rope for tripwires…and whatever Yulpa came knocking was going to have a bad day.
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During my visit to the creek, I sated my body’s demands for water enough to keep working. The sun was punishing now, but I knew from the chill back in that arena basement that it would be cold come nightfall. After finishing my toolset, I was able to fashion myself a plant-based pitcher for water, and lit a fire just long enough to boil it and cook some strips of a shrew-like animal. The smoke trail was kept away from my makeshift camp, so as not to lure anyone watching straight to my hideout. I wolfed down the charred meat, which tasted a bit foul—beggars couldn’t be choosers. With my needs taken care of, I set about to create as many contraptions as I could in the vicinity.
The small notches I left on certain trees as direction markers are discernable only to me. I’ll be able to use them to remember where I set all of my traps, and ensure I don’t stumble into them.
I’d shaped myself into a creature of the night, starting off by coating my skin with river mud; slap debris from the forest floor underneath makeshift cordage, and I was left with a natural ghillie suit. I couldn’t help but to laugh to myself, imagining what those Federation herbivores would think, seeing a human with such natural camouflage—and watching me craft the hunting traps of my ancestors from nothing. Today, I was going after The Most Dangerous Game (I would give an arm to see Kippe learn that story): sapients. Those xenos were going to learn what a well-trained human could do if they were motivated to hunt them.
The first machination was a spring spear trap, built to catch game of all sizes. All I needed was two pikes separated across a pathway, where I’d made the point of leaving footprints into the muddy ground so the Yulpa would follow them; one of the poles was notched to fit a perpendicular stone shelf. I tied a string of sinew cordage around a small hook, and looped the other end of the tripwire to the barren pole, before bringing it back around. The finishing touch was resting my spear, which looked like a Grim Reaper scythe, on the shelf. The hook was draped over the weapon to hold it in place, before the noose from the looped rope was tightened around the other end of the hook.
In essence, the tripwire had been cinched around both sides. When a force happened upon it, such as a Yulpa stepping through it, the trigger hook would be yanked loose…and the shifting of the rope would send that spear flying to impale them. There would be several of that type of trap scattered around the woods, but I wasn’t stopping there. This area was going to be a lethal deathzone to anyone corporeal and not named Cedric Flynn, if I had my way. The trees and the darkness were my friends, and their enemies.
“Kippe thinks she’s hunting me, but she’s going to find the tables have turned,” I chuckled. “I can’t wait to find her swinging by her neck.”
I found myself some bendy branches on trees; ones that had some give, but could hold the weight of a full-grown Yulpa. My trap to send my captor to the impromptu gallows entailed crafting classic snares. Again, it was a simple trap, which started off by carving a mouth into the base pike. I shaped a smaller piece to hook into that opening, then connected that catch to a tree branch with a rope. The final bit was tying a very wide noose to the bottom of the hook, and coating it in mud and leaves so it would blend in with foliage. When an unfortunate soul gave the rope a nudge, the trigger mechanism would come free from the ground pike.
Branch snaps back upward, noose tightens around the neck when it catches on something living. Best of all is setting bait for my sapient prey.
Playing on what they thought of predators, I scattered some ashes from my fire and poorly hidden entrails from the animals I’d caught near the noose. The stench would draw them in, if nothing else, especially after it had time to marinate. Kippe and her crew would be expecting to find clues to my whereabouts, or a trail to follow, and instead, they’d wind up dangling from a rope. I intended to have eyes on them from the moment they came to my turf, and to stop them from bailing out any pals if they tried. Those Yulpa cultists wouldn’t even know what hit them; I felt confident about taking out at least a few of them with me.
There was a final surprise with no aboveground triggers for them to spot, even if they were cleverer than anticipated. I toiled with a flat stone to dig a hole in the soil, deep and wide enough to cover the path leading up to my camp. The remainder of the wooden spikes I had, that hadn’t been staked into the ground for trigger traps, were placed with a sharpened edge facing up…in close together rows. I laid several branches across the opening, which wouldn’t support a Yulpa’s weight if they walked across, but could be covered in leaves, twigs, and soil to look like ordinary forest ground. The second they stepped over the pit, they’d find the ground collapsing beneath their feet. Kippe could be the one who ended up staked in thirteen places.
“You did good, Ceddy.” I found myself a hiding spot, clinging to the Yulpa-made spear, and waited for them to come to me. “Now give ‘em hell. Show ‘em what they get, trying to capture human beings as their sacrificial lambs. Semper Paratus.”
Whatever happened next, I suspected these Yulpa had no idea what they were getting into. Their biggest mistake was capturing a trained human killer, instead of whatever cuddly dumbfucks we were sending to the Venlil. My binocular eyes peered into the inky sky of midnight, and I strained my ears for any sign that the search party had arrived. While this was a terrible situation to find myself in, I thought this evening might be quite enjoyable after all.
A/N - Part 2 of the series! We learn from the human's POV how Kippe captured him, and how he escaped custody...and also discover that he's a former Navy SEAL who is more than capable of handling himself in the woods. Cedric anticipates the Yulpa coming after him, and sets a number of traps for anyone who pursues him. How will Kippe and her crew fare, when they respond to reports of Ceddy being sighted here? What will they think of his unique skillset, should they stumble across his creations?
As always, thank you for reading and supporting!
Comments
Aerowarrier
Ya know, based on their religion, he’s gonna earn at least a few years of prosperous life from taking out these Yulpa xD
kindtheking9
All fun and games until you are against the trees
harkange 585
They thought humans where just more deceptive arxurs, well guess they'll learn the hard way why we are completly different and worse if pushed
Julien Barrette
It’s all fun and games until the trees start speaking English.
SimpleArtist
Vietnam enters the chat >:)
Cypher
Gotta love the classic punji stick trap. Fun fact, it was common for users of this trap to apply excrement to the stick in order to cause infection should the victim survive.
Squat
How many days has he been out there?? It'd take at least 4 to accomplish all of the very time consuming tasks that he did. That would be rushing it too.
Mike Barth
Kill them all Cedric let their misanthropic god sort them out.
EliasArt2Life
@Wingit98 I think that the funniest part is that they are likely never going to find out that Cedric is specially trained. So, they’re going to think that ALL humans have these capabilities. Basically, they’re going to reconsider their plans to gather a human breeding population REAL quickly.
Sworishina
Home Alone vibes ✨
Lunam
The only way the Yulpa could have fucked up harder is if the human they caught was named Lara Croft.
OctupleThreat
I say this because the amount of build up is textbook for SP's writing when there's a major subversion coming. Not to mention what feels like subtle undertones in the phrasing here and there that the main character's thought patterns are going to lead to him making a mistake. Maybe a Yulpa child will fall into one of the less lethal traps and our main character will save them, thus starting down a road of convincing an entire planet of cultists that all humans are nice just from their case study of one and our main character will realize all thoughts he had previously about how savage the Yulpa are were horribly racist and misguided. Reading these side stories can be frustrating because they consistently pull punches and it's left me with a serious case of blue balls for any real action or cathartic aggression. The main story is full throttle and is only going to get more intense, but these side stories almost feel like the Veggie Tales version of the Old Testament
OctupleThreat
With SP's track record on these side stories I imagine the Yulpa will have some sense we don't know about that let's them avoid all the traps, our main character is easily captured by another dart, there's a long dramatic conversation with Kippe and everybody hugs and then the end.
GeneralLDS
OH this is gonna be fun
Relzyrx
I've been waiting for something like this, and I loved that The Most Dangerous Game reference
Cera Treascair
Oh, this is going to get *ugly* quick... ... and I'm HERE for it!
Wesley Rigg
FIRING THE COPYPASTA! What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo.
Bbobsillypants
Seeing what hippy space vegans can do the prey folk, I can only imagine what one of humanity most well trained killers can do to these cultists.
Valerie Morton
Lets hope all the unsuspecting civilians hole up in their homes when notified that a dangerous predator is on the loose.
Sci-fi reader
I like his shows, but you research a bit, Bear Grylls is “a bit controversial” within the SAS and wilderness survival communities.
Cakeb
RAMBO RAMBO RAMBO RAMBO RANBOW RANBOW RANBOW RANBOW RANBOW LETS GOOOOOOO
river
i was worried for a sec that the shrew like animal may have been a dossur but i realizd they have their own planet
Swan
I really hope he gets rescued by a UN spec ops team with one of his old SEAL buddies on it just so we can have a "Cedric! You son of a bitch, how have ya been?" Scene like in predator
Pay Me For NOTHING
Oh I'm starting to like this! I wish I hadn't hesitated to read this bonus story...
Danny Luca
Finally! Humanity will get its revenge gore!
Some Lvm
The minute I read about our guy setting traps, I was wondering who would be the first to show concern over the possibility of innocent civilians falling in to them. I've recently been getting the impression there are a lot of people out there who are so obsessed with finding an oppressed underdog to defend, the second a victim starts fighting back they will take to defending the very enemy said victim is fighting against. Honestly - if public opinion during WWII was the way it is now, we would all be living under Nazi rule. Well, not all of us of course, a lot of us would never have been born because our parents would have been killed, but you get the point.
Bri
Moreso I think he was noting it was the exact same sort of shock collar they put on marcel
Some Lvm
Well, guess this wasn't intentional, but still there are very few worse humans Kippe could have chosen (I can imagine some marines getting annoyed a seal was the first to have the opportunity to hunt Yulpa). This is shaping up to be one of my favorite stories on here, not that it is an easy choice to make...
BigSneppy
It’s like reverse predator
Tazeell
Time for a bloodbath of torture cultists!
un_pogaz
[ex-Navy SEAL] O_O Oh fuck. That the wrong guy to pick up, inded. Now, the question is not whether our human friend Cedric will survive, but rather how many corpses he wants to leave behind. > I'd shaped myself into a creature of the night, starting off by coating my skin with river mud; Rambo mode activated. Now it's his forest. Olalal. This whole series is going to be a lot of fun. I love how we went in an instant from the absolute horror of the Yulpa religion, to one of the most cathartic series because, cleary, the Yulpa will be eaten raw by Cedric.
PhycoKrusk
If people want FAFO, they can read the official stuff. With fanfics of any work, cuddles and romance are the most popular genre because it makes people feel happy.
EliasArt2Life
The most terrifying type of predator isn’t the behemoth that can kill you in an instant if you don’t avoid it; it’s the predator that will chase you forever, regardless of what you do to flee. The most terrifying prey isn’t the invincible, aggressive one, that is dangerous to approach; it’s the one that you can’t even get within two spear throws of without being in deadly peril. Humans are both of those. I hope that Kippe realizes, before this is over, that these traps aren’t predatory behavior; they’re prey defenses. All the while, the predatory nature of humanity will be watching to ensure that none of them get out. Whoever guessed former military, good job! You hit the nail on the head! This is going to get even worse for the Yulpa, once the first wave fails; Cedric will have a small arsenal of Yulpa weapons after that (Tranquilizers, and the like). It’s also possible that there’ll be another shock collar, and Cedric will put it on Kippe, rather than killing her, since that would force them together, and Cedric will need someone to help him get off world.
PhycoKrusk
For a moment, I was really hoping that some kids didn't go wandering into those traps while on an adventure. Then, I remembered where he is, and that there is absolutely no chance of that happening. Cedric finds himself in a very rare situation indeed: He knows for an absolute fact that anyone out there besides him, is trying to kill him.
Flinty Flakes
A little worried that he's just in the wilderness near his last sighting, but it sounds like he wants to kill Kippe and the rest of his pursuers, and it's easier to do that when you're near where they're going to be. I imagine Federation wildernesses are not terribly big, either, and there's only so much running he can do. I'm also worried that they have cameras everywhere in the forest, or some similar means of surveillance so they can spot predators/PD patients who are hiding out there. Also, I'd like to point out that it's common sense to remove the collar if you have one and you're going to escape being kidnapped, and our human here didn't need to know about Marcel for that. The blending in aspect doesn't apply here, but I think one could safely assume there are trackers/weapons on that thing.
Tyler Ellis
Oh yes! I’ve seriously been wanting a survival character for a while now. Finally getting NoPs version of Bear Grylls! Now I’m invested in this miniseries!
Gavin Pierce
And perfectly released on Veterans day. This is gonna be kickass
Space Paladin
Thank you! I don’t want it to outstay its welcome, but it’ll be a fun ride. Probably going to be six parts, but hopefully they seal your opinion on this side series 😅
Thrownawaz
Thrownawaz
Aww yeah! This is a quite enjoyable change of pace. Self fulfilling prophecies for the win!
Stellar
Former Navy SEAL? Oh boy. Deploy the copypasta!
OGslow ski
I love survival stories
Gareth
It honestly surprises me that all fanfic has been cuddles and not delved in to the reality of FAFO - I'm the nicest guy in the world until you try to hurt me/friends/family. Then it's petrol. High time prey got it's ass spanked, good and proper.
Apogee
Awsome! But the guy sounds like he’s loosing it a little. I hope he finds a way off world. This gonna be one wild ride. Giving me action movie vibes like Rambo, RED, and such
neon_ns
Personally if I was in his place I'd try to book it as far away from the last sighting location as possible, as far into the wilderness as possible, and then go about setting traps. Otherwise, good job SEAL, let's see how the turntables turn and table. As per last, Kippie deserves to be ritually sacrificed if at all possible.
Ciberj1
In all honesty. Vietcong traps are super clever and easy to make. I personally like the beartrap shaped one that closes around your legs, but scaled a bit bigger for our xeno friends to get impaled on the chest and back.
Alexander Andrews
Well... This should be interesting.
Sci-fi reader
Punji sticks and spear traps, oh my! Ceddy: First Blood
Yannis Morris
Racism is gonna work against them when they think this is the instinct of all humans
Byron Ritchie
He’s going to go all yautja on their asses
John Benjamin Cate
Oh my! He’s going full Rambo! Impressive! Though I still hope to see a Yulpa that isn’t full evil to show that there’s hope for them.
architectural engineer
oh boy I really like this story it's your best side story so far in my opinion. I think you might even want to make a main series out of this. I totally think it will get popular enough to warrant considering it at LEAST.
Ondram05
Hohohohohooooooo, this is gonna be fun
gooordy
PUNJI STICK TRAP MENTIONED ‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥🔥
DramaLama
while the ideology itself isn't evil, the fact of the matter is that Humanity First was founded on terrorism and the assassination of a political leader. that sets a precedent for how the organization operates going forward. that event served to radicalize people and drive moderates towards extremism. that is why these guys are depicted as bad guys, these people were driven to that circumstance.
[REDACTED]TMA
You can break a Yulpa cage lock with another Yulpa cage lock
jervictor jer
I mean their logic makes sense... they think the moment a predator smells blood it loses all control, Humans can behave because they don't directly smell blood, a distress signal is that, a message of weakness a sight of blood and easy prey that not a single predator can resist, not even Humans... Now... If a predator used the same tactic to lure Prey they would say that thy were using their empathy and other stuff, not seeing the irony.
Swan
I suppose my guess of "Human Spec Ops to the rescue" wasn't completely off; even if i didn't think he'd be one himself. Him having a mental breakdown in front of Kippe might actually work out to his advantage; they might think he's weak, and thus underestimate him.
Mylax Kindflame
It’s honestly kind of weird to me that Humanity First are depicted as unanimous bad guys given that aliens like these fuckers are roaming about. Yes, it makes perfect sense that some people would take it much too far, but the sentiment of “the galaxy hates Humanity, so for our survival we have to consider our own kind before others” is largely reasonable here.
PassengerNo
I know Kippe is an awful person, but using a ***distress*** call!?! That’s just low. Lower than dirt.
T___
I can't wait for other installments of this story!
Wingit98
The one human you captured just so happened to be a fucking Navy SEAL. Rotten luck, fellas
Stueymon
If it bleeds, we can kill it
Alekss Žukovskis
the primitives are going to be so FUCKED!!! HAHAHAHA
Youre a swedekisser arent you
Yes, I am. Just need to scroll down fully first. Pretty annoying but not entirely broken.
Youre a swedekisser arent you
This is giving some serious Ending scenes of Predator (1987) vibes. Hopefully the end has a similar results for Cedric and his persuers. Edit: Aw fuck, someone else made the comparison first. Oh well.
snidramon
So this guy is the descendant of the Lockpicking Lawyer, Primitive Technology, and a trained soldier? These aliens are fucked.
Not a Rocket Scientist
This stuff reminds me of Dutch from predator and Rambo combined into one, and some old HFY stories but with the added notion of what happens in the main story really helps flesh it out.
Pariah Devalis
"I'm not locked on this planet with you. You're locked on this planet with me!"
Anthony Mears
is anyone having trouble with scrolling on the comments with this new version of patrion?
print Path
First?
