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There wasn't one. Behind him, there was only the door he had taken to leave the theatre. In front of him, there was only the door he had already examined. Between the doors was only only a blank white hallway. No more exits. It was one way or the other.

Through it, Ajax could hear the sounds of a group of people murmuring.

Apecian shook his head. "Come on, give us something fun," he muttered. "Hey! You! Person who looks like a spider! What do you want?"

Michael, meanwhile, was looking at the coffins. They were crying out, they needed help! He couldn't just leave was whatever inside to die. But what if it was dangerous? He considered, then decided to wait. If they could take out the spider, he could help them, but he wouldn't risk unleashing something just as or more dangerous than the spider that they already faced before they were ready to deal with it.

"YOU BASTARDS! YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE OUR WRATH! DIE, YOU WORTHLESS HUMANOIDS, DIE! GET THEM, CHILDREN!" More of the tiny snakes leaped for Naya and the Guardsman. After a moment of silence, the second voice spoke in a softer tone.

"My dearest," it said. "It seems to me that these humanoids are better prepared than we thought. Perhaps we should give them a taste of our true power?" The first voice laughed its hideous laugh again.

"My sweet, I would say that you are a genius. Let us personally make them suffer for the deaths of so many of our young ones." Another slithering sound came from down the hallway, but the creatures that made this sound had to be far larger than the swarm of snakes still attacking the agents.

The moan coming from the coffins was becoming more audible now that the agents had moved forward. "Please, oh God, help me..."

Hands were reaching out from the coffins, desperately grasping at thin air.

Further ahead, the large figure started making a rustling noise. It suddenly leapt forward and scuttled towards the agents, revealing itself to be a hideously large tarantula— one the size of a small car. Its eight eyes were fixed on the agents and its pedipalps seemed to ooze with some foul liquid.

"What patient?" He swung his scythe in their direction, a wave of energy cutting through each of them. "All I see is a memorial to my dead friend." He picked up the painting trapping Levy and left the room through a door.

The image of Levy disappeared with the slam of the door. A sly smirk plastered on her face and the thought of good one Ajax being the last thought.

The PA blared to life: "Stay calm. Expect rescue within 18 hours. Happy Halloween."

((The PAD Board created by Ajax and Levy allowed Ajax to cut through the figures, so It won't happen again))

She remembered the last few... minutes? Hours? Fairly vividly, and resolved herself to trudge on.

The PA rang out a message: "Stay calm. Expect rescue within 18 hours. Happy Halloween."

((Once upon a time Levy had angel's wings. Once upon a time a monster named Argus pulled them from her back. Once upon a time Levy developed a phobia of Argus.))

The Guardsman managed to find his footing and stood up, throwing off the snakes as he rattled off a steady stream of swear words in Gallifreyan. He managed to crush the last few under his boots as Naya turned the corner and caught up to him. He groggily held up a hand and tried to shoo her away. "P-poisoned. F-feeling off, get b-back f-f-for a m-minute here..."

"Your medkit, idiot!" shouted Naya as she skid to a halt. "You've got cure-all antidote in there!"

"R-r-right." The Guardsman clumsily reached into his holster and fumbled with his staser pistol. "J-just gonna sh-shoot it u-up..." He looked at his hand. This wasn't what he was aiming for. Out of its own accord, his hand tightened around the pistol's grip and pulled it out of the holster. "W-wait! N-Naya, get cl-clear!"

"Crap." Naya ducked into a nearby alcove as a staser bolt missed her by a few centimetres. She swore profusely as she fumbled with her own medkit and pulled out the antidode injector pen. Did she really have to do everything around here?

The Guardsman's vision was blurring and he felt uncomfortably hot. He tried to fight the influence that was causing him to take step after step towards his partner all while loosing a few shots in her direction. After what felt like an eternity, he saw a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye. He fought as hard as he could against the urge to turn around and succeeded in managing to freeze on the spot.

Never was he more relieved to see Naya drop her tactical cloak and slam the antidote injector into his arm.

Naya quickly pushed herself away from her partner and took cover again, listening him gasp and cough in the middle of the hallway. She murmured a prayer and said: "Look, I know you don't like needles, but shooting at me was totally uncalled for."

The Time Lord groaned and propped himself against a wall. "I got spooked, okay?" he said between breaths. "I'm good now— but remember the last time I took the antidote? I got—"

"You got hyper, yeah," said Naya as she emerged from cover. "Oh boy. This day isn't getting any better, isn't it?"

"Getting more intense is what you mean, right?" said the Guardsman, marching back towards the hovercart with a spring in his step. "WOO! I FEEL ALIVE TODAY!"

Naya facepalmed. "Ancestors, give me strength."

"Too late," gurgled the Nurse as he, for lack of a better word, evaporated into smoke.

Three of the four walls of the room suddenly turned transparent, revealing rows upon rows of seats occupied by figures in white robes. One of them stood up, checked its clipboard, adjusted its glasses, and pointed towards Ajax. "Attend to your patient, please. She doesn't have much time," it said. "Don't mind us, we'll just take notes." And with that, the figure sat down and watched the agent, eagerly waiting for something to happen in the operating theatre.

Now I feel compelled to finish live reading the mission part of "Connecting the Dots", but schedule problems aaaaaa! X'D

Anyway, saving all of these for later! And, uh, how interested would you guys be in tuning in for the live reading of the rest of my mission (Or, if my schedule doesn't give me time to power through it, "The Green Maul" instead)?

"OUR CHILDREN!" They roared. "YOU'VE MURDERED OUR CHILDREN! PREPARE TO DIE AT THE HANDS OF A FRIEND!"

Meanwhile, the snakes bit into Emiran, spreading their poison and the corrupting influence of their beloved parents.

((Time Lords are walking DEMs, right? He can get out of this?))

Have you listened to some of those types? I have, and their beliefs make for interesting fantasy-world characters. Of course, they're decidedly less enticing when you have to suffer them IRL.

The DIA agents reflexively ducked and turned away from the swarm. Fortunately for the quarian, her suit's kinetic barriers stopped the high-velocity snakes from reaching her; her partner was not as lucky. He took the full brunt of the swarm to the side and was thrown off the cart into the writhing mass of snakes below, where he was swept away by the living tide.

"Emiran!" Naya shouted as she unclipped a incendiary grenade from her belt. She threw the grenade 'upstream', torching the oncoming tide and thinning out the flow of snakes. She then hopped off the cart and ran after her partner, drawing her sidearm as she gave chase. "Right, you two jokers are in for it now," she said to nobody in particular.

Ok, so I've got a series of reading recordings that I figure I should post.

Most of these are at least somewhat NSFW (usually because of the contents of the thing being read). They're also a bit big.

So the one everyone's been waiting for (or not) is the reading (mp3, ~150 MB) of Blood Raining Night (both NSFW and NSFB). (If you don't feel like opening that, try Neshomeh's mission (NSFW) instead?)

For a (partial) cast list:
- Neshomeh was the narrator, a waitress, and the announcer at the singing contest
- Iximaz was Reicheru, God, Kagome, and a racist guy
- Aegis was Inuyasha and Alucard
- Matt Cipher was Sesshomaru, Minna, and Denmark
- Cat-on-the-Keyboard was Korra, but then Scapegrace had to take over
- And Scapegrace was almost certainly anyone I didn't mention above

There's also a few recordings of other things that people have read to chat. These don't have my (occasional) comments because I hadn't figured out how to record both my voice and the chat simultaneously when I made them.

This reading (~ 30 MB) contains SkarmorySilver's reading (I think someone else might have taken a part) of the prelude to "Connecting the Dots", one of his missions (I'm pretty sure it's more or less SFW)

Then, we have a two-for-one reading (~100 MB). It starts with the second half (more-or-less) of Scapegrace's reading of a Gabrielle and Trollenfisch mission (NSFW) (Iximaz played Gabrielle). Then, we have Data (and some other people) reading a MST of "Harry Potter and the Surprise Package (... yeah, also NSF(W/B)).

These are completely unedited, contain bad jokes and snarky comments, and may contain periods of silence for no apparent reason. NOTE: Google doesn't like these, you'll need to download them.

Welcome to our resting place,

Because now you're stuck in Hell!

The voices, which had started out as sweet and innocent, twisted into a snarl on the last line. The Roses all turned to face the Aviator and Zeb, drawing their wands. All of the Roses were now horribly mutilated, burnt all over, and some bore the marks of the deaths inflicted upon them by the agents. Each only had one, now, and it was impossible to tell what they had originally been, for now they were charred and flaky. The Roses advanced on the agents as the flames, which had made their way around the edges of the room, began to press inwards.

The Aviator felt her breath catch in her throat, but she raised her staser and fired at the dancing girls. "What the hell is going on?!"

Around them, the flames burned ever hotter.

"We h-have to g-get out of here," Zeb said, his teeth chattering.

...By the sudden absence of the Time Tot's psychic signature in Aviator's belly.

((She's still in there, just masked from Aviator's psychic abilities))

I was looking into mapping software before I started my current game, but I ended up just sitting down with coloured pencils instead.

...Was an image that would break most people. The Aviator confirmed the crucified infant as a Time Tot. Her Time Tot. Dancing around the 6 foot tall spire were 6 nude girls, identical if not for their age.

Rose Potter's dead, Elanor's dead

The Aviator jumped back as fire filled the room. She grabbed a frozen Zeb by the scruff of his neck and pulled him out of harm's way. "What the f\*\*\*'s going on?"

"F-fire," Zeb whimpered, his ears flat against his head and his tail tucked between his legs.