So far the clearing of the time distortions was going well, but as all hard work goes, a time for winding down was upon him. Back in one of the recently moved campsites, Faux is walking along the perimeter when he spots something... different.
He walks up to it and looks down. It’s a bunch of those pretty flowers he’s seen in some of the distortions. But why are they growing here? They were definitely not there before when he passed this way earlier on. Something felt off about this. Hmm. maybe he should go get some equalizers… but they’re already spread thin.
A scream from somewhere nearby alerts him, and his drone pings off warnings, too late. By the time he looks up, a thickened vine seems to pull from the ground behind where the flowers have appeared and whips up towards him. He instinctively grabs his disk from his back and swipes at the vine, cutting it in half.
But another pulls out from directly under the line of flowers he’s standing beside, now gaining a better angle that he can’t quite manage to cut away at this time. The flower covered vine drags him further away from the camp, now dangling him above the ground by his tightly bound leg.
Failing to cut the vine, he sees that something is behind him, just as the drones telemetry tells him of the oncoming distortion. And it’s different. It’s moving towards him.
Too late, he and the drone are pulled into the unknown, but not before what looks like one of his crew mates running after him. Damn it!
Somehow it's even hotter than it was outside the distortion, and the world is now a mess of plant life and brimming with flowers. Way to make a program regret their hobbies...
He hears the voice calling out for him from somewhere, and worse yet, a struggle. Now with someone else's life on the line and renewed determination, he swings at the noxious vines gripping his leg and finally manages to dissect them. Though he has pity on the drone enraptured by vines, it would be of no help. He has bigger priorities at the moment.
"Hey! I'm coming for ya. Just hold on!" Hoping he can pinpoint his fellow crew mate.
Mean and Green: A) Entering the Forest
He walks up to it and looks down. It’s a bunch of those pretty flowers he’s seen in some of the distortions. But why are they growing here? They were definitely not there before when he passed this way earlier on. Something felt off about this. Hmm. maybe he should go get some equalizers… but they’re already spread thin.
A scream from somewhere nearby alerts him, and his drone pings off warnings, too late. By the time he looks up, a thickened vine seems to pull from the ground behind where the flowers have appeared and whips up towards him. He instinctively grabs his disk from his back and swipes at the vine, cutting it in half.
But another pulls out from directly under the line of flowers he’s standing beside, now gaining a better angle that he can’t quite manage to cut away at this time. The flower covered vine drags him further away from the camp, now dangling him above the ground by his tightly bound leg.
Failing to cut the vine, he sees that something is behind him, just as the drones telemetry tells him of the oncoming distortion. And it’s different. It’s moving towards him.
Too late, he and the drone are pulled into the unknown, but not before what looks like one of his crew mates running after him. Damn it!
Somehow it's even hotter than it was outside the distortion, and the world is now a mess of plant life and brimming with flowers. Way to make a program regret their hobbies...
He hears the voice calling out for him from somewhere, and worse yet, a struggle. Now with someone else's life on the line and renewed determination, he swings at the noxious vines gripping his leg and finally manages to dissect them. Though he has pity on the drone enraptured by vines, it would be of no help. He has bigger priorities at the moment.
"Hey! I'm coming for ya. Just hold on!" Hoping he can pinpoint his fellow crew mate.