Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190914222403/@comment-25218347-20190915064748

Meanwhile, above the planet Threshold, a gas mine was in rapid free fall, massive severed cables dangling from the very top. A purple carrier circled close by, attempting to keep up with the station and staying close to the hanger. Inside, dead bodies of alien creatures littered the ground while purple blood was splattered all over the walls. Fights had broken out between what was apparently two groups, leaving next to no survivors.

A third party seemed to be present, too. Mixed amongst the purple blood was small splatters of a glowing yellow. Alien bodies had been torn into or ripped into, and some had looked sickly mutated, rotten flesh sticking off of them, mixed with shattered bones and frozen facial expressions of agony.

Through the bodies stomped an imposing, determined alien dressed in an ancient armor, wielding a massive sword glowing with a brilliant energy. As he continued through the mine, hunting something, he began to notice things were... out of place. Bodies were disappearing from his sight as he let his eyes off of them. He could have sworn they were dead, even after the Parasite had gotten ahold of them... Maybe there was just more that was still lurking?

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Somewhere in Nevada, a stop sign was set down on the ground while a zombified clown had decided to take a small lunch break by a hot dog stand. He quickly noticed the skyscrapers appearing in the background and shrugged.

Just Nevada being Nevada.