Calvin Armstrong's Diary
Dec 9, 2017 19:20:38 GMT -8
Post by Stu Venable on Dec 9, 2017 19:20:38 GMT -8
Dear Diary,
The last 24 hours were a shit storm.
It started with a text from Reilly. It said, "go to ground. hide in the tunnels."
I haveta say, Reilly was never a panicky sort of Prince -- sorry Lord. When she says, "run and hide," I ask, "how deep?"
I texted Mario and Carmin to meet me at "Anthony's Hidey-Hole." Good thing I did. From Anthony's deep lair, we were able to watch the first phase of the attack through our surveillance cameras on the surface (who knew Keyhole Industries' stock would become so cheap?!). Miroslav had friggin' gunships! Like Apaches or something. We watched as the VLD building collapsed into a pile of rubble.
They shot one missile at Reilly's tank. Took it out in one shot. What a waste! The military surplus building? Up in smoke.
Then the real shit storm started. Mario said it was something called a "spooky." We never saw it, but our camera mics could hear the the buzzing sound of its guns. Sange Caliente was obliterated. So was the Gaslight Opera House, and the McMansion, two churches and finally the witch's house. Good riddance.
Then the shit storm turned into a diarrhea storm. Troop helicopters landed at every major entrance to our labyrinth. Each chopper had a dozen kindred, maybe more.
Here's the thing about Anthony's deepest hiding spot: It's really deep and very hard to find. Unfortunately there's only one way in or out. This meant it was going to be impossible for us to get out without passing a dozen or so kindred.
Mario, Carmin and I started drawing maps on the ground, trying to figure a way out without, you know, getting eaten by Miroslav's buddies. We realized it wasn't going to happen. Miroslav knew our labyrinth too well.
Then we heard a familiar voice behind us. It said, in a terrible Austrian accent, "Come withhh me ifth you want to live." If it wasn't for the fact that my heart belongs to Ezmerelda, I would have kissed that short, lisping lick on the lips.
The last 24 hours were a shit storm.
It started with a text from Reilly. It said, "go to ground. hide in the tunnels."
I haveta say, Reilly was never a panicky sort of Prince -- sorry Lord. When she says, "run and hide," I ask, "how deep?"
I texted Mario and Carmin to meet me at "Anthony's Hidey-Hole." Good thing I did. From Anthony's deep lair, we were able to watch the first phase of the attack through our surveillance cameras on the surface (who knew Keyhole Industries' stock would become so cheap?!). Miroslav had friggin' gunships! Like Apaches or something. We watched as the VLD building collapsed into a pile of rubble.
They shot one missile at Reilly's tank. Took it out in one shot. What a waste! The military surplus building? Up in smoke.
Then the real shit storm started. Mario said it was something called a "spooky." We never saw it, but our camera mics could hear the the buzzing sound of its guns. Sange Caliente was obliterated. So was the Gaslight Opera House, and the McMansion, two churches and finally the witch's house. Good riddance.
Then the shit storm turned into a diarrhea storm. Troop helicopters landed at every major entrance to our labyrinth. Each chopper had a dozen kindred, maybe more.
Here's the thing about Anthony's deepest hiding spot: It's really deep and very hard to find. Unfortunately there's only one way in or out. This meant it was going to be impossible for us to get out without passing a dozen or so kindred.
Mario, Carmin and I started drawing maps on the ground, trying to figure a way out without, you know, getting eaten by Miroslav's buddies. We realized it wasn't going to happen. Miroslav knew our labyrinth too well.
Then we heard a familiar voice behind us. It said, in a terrible Austrian accent, "Come withhh me ifth you want to live." If it wasn't for the fact that my heart belongs to Ezmerelda, I would have kissed that short, lisping lick on the lips.