Riding the Subway...
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A cold steel door with the sign "Subway" above...I had heard rumors...but none were close to the truth.
I stood there for a moment, my eyes fixated on the yellow neon sign outside of the Blue district of Rome. I had only just been reborn...but I felt my experience in my puppet host would be enough to ensure survivability.
Upon entry I noticed some worn-down signs advertising some popular tools used by Rubi-ka's populace. Under them was a nest of fleas in a pile of trash. My burning rage made quick work of them. I continued to destroy nest after nest, warding off the occasional drunk.
I at last came to a series of old run-down shops...but surprisingly they sold some fairly good quality items, from tools to weapons to a new wardrobe. I recommend that any who venture into the subway take a look here, if only out of curiosity.
Finding myself at a dead end once I had passed all the shops, I turned around and headed through the door on the opposite end of the main hallway. This time I was met by a few run-down androids and some timid (yet powerful) mechdogs. The drunks and stim-addicts were also abundant.
I have to admit, I pitied them. Living in these derelict conditions, wasting each miserable day of their lives away searching for anything with just a drop of alcohol. I felt a need to free them from this painful life, to put them to eternal slumber. It gave me great pleasure to know that they had been returned to the shadows. Their souls are once again at peace in Nero.
As I continued deeper into the abandoned subway, I found myself in the presence of a manifestation of anger, similar to the very one I controlled. Intrigued, I decided to see if the unseen sire of this manifestation had a rage that equalled my own. Normally I prefer my enemies to die slowly...but in this case, it gave me great pleasure knowing just how great the flame of fury burned within me...and I knew all too well that it could only grow.
Spread throughout the lower levels of the subway were groups of shadows. Towards the tracks could be found some disgruntled members of the maintenance crew, and on the tracks themselves were small spider-like creatures apparently known as slumrunners. This is where things began to get a bit more dangerous, and so I employed the assistance of others at this time.
Nearing the end of the track we met up with a mangled creature. If the rumors were true, this was the mutant named "Eumenides". He apparently did not take kindly to intruders, and so we disposed of him. I'm sure he'll return from the recall terminal soon enough for those of you who wish to best him yourselves.
After his death, we entered the door he was guarding where we were attacked by a swarm of "Infectors", small, dirty, parasitic creatures whose stench attracts all sorts of insects. Beyond them was a staircase leading deep into the sewers where a new challenge awaited us.
This was the home of mutants.
We fought our best to clear the path deeper into the sewers, the sound of the fresh mutant corpses splashing into the water helping to quench my thirst for blood.
Surprisingly, our first true challenge came in the form of a nest of fleas. In a small chamber we found ourselves surrounded by the insects. They were peaceful, until the atrox of the team clumsily sat down on one of them. He was immediately attacked by every remaning flea there, and all that was left when they released from his body was a skeleton...
...hungry little beasts they are. I advise anyone reading this not to attack that particular nest.
Continuing into the depths, we disposed of yet more mutants and shades, though they seemed to grow stronger the farther we travelled. At last we were in the company of a very tall nanomage. Seeing as he wasnt mutated in any way, we attempted to make conversation, only to be met with a fist to the stomach. This was not your normal nanomage. The battle ensued, and it took a difficult balance of anger and peace on my part to turn the tide of things. Knowing full well we may not be able to survive what may lie beyond, we still pushed forward.
At last we were in the maintenance room of the sewers. The terminals had rusted over years ago it seems, and they were wrought with battle scars. A ramp led lower, and peeking over the top we noticed perhaps the most vomit-inducing mutant ever perceived. It's body shape resembled that of an atrox, however it was missing a head as well as both arms. The arms were replaced by large flails (spiked metal balls hanging from chains), and at the lower abdomen was a large gaping maw, razor sharp teeth and a slimy tongue covered in blood. We knew we were in trouble.
The beast quickly ran toward us and began to spin it's body around, the flails pummeling into us at a fatal speed.
After the tragedy our morale had been lost, and so I headed back to my chambers. It is here that I record this log with as many images as I was able to capture. My meditations shall follow, and I shall attempt my hand at the beast whom I have dubbed "Abmouth Supremus" alone with my newfound strength. It does not matter whether I succeed or fail. It is simply a test of my abilities.
No matter what the result, this shall be my last trip to that vile place...the corporation seems to prefer to regulate that area for those needing more experience...
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((Special thanks to Grasshopper for guiding the photographer-alt deeper in!))
