Author Topic: silver legs, swinging free - steamy hot button pushing  (Read 11402 times)

Keep going. The thing's dead now. There's nothing in your way.

Bump because this CANNOT DIE


look up at catwalk and see where it leads

the catwalk is in the previous room

Take its claws and try attaching them to your arms

you lean down and examine the beast's clawed hands
it looks like you may need a couple of power tools before you'd ever be able to take the claws from the corpse

Keep going. The thing's dead now. There's nothing in your way.

you head up the stairwell, continuing your journey towards the light above you
it again beckons to you, offering clarity and order to the world around you
you let your arms hang loosely at your sides as you take step after step, every step increasing your excitement

what could be on the other side?
what could be waiting for you there?
you quicken your pace, eager to reap your rewards and glory; eager to be praised for surviving you test

within moments you're there, gazing at the source of the light
the truth startles you and you teeter backwards, but quickly stabilizing yourself of the handrail to your side
your conscience wants to deny it, but the reality reaches for you in the most literal sense of the phrase

a rude-looking robotic servo thrusts towards you, pincers clicking as they search for a hold on your frame.

go back, pick up dog beast carcass, and give it to the needy robot

Don't let it touch your button.

go back, pick up dog beast carcass, and give it to the needy robot

you back away quickly and grab hold of the destroyed frame of your opponent
it's heavier than you expected, but you manage to drag him up the stairs after considerable effort
you push the carcass toward to claw and step away, watching its pincers grasp the beast
it holds the mess of limbs in the air, seemingly calling upon the aid of other servos to rip it to shreds
metal plates and wires fall to the floor of the room as they go about their barbaric process

you stand in the doorway and watch in a mixture of intrigue and horror, imagining the things those pincers could do to you and your button

i bet theyd push your button so good

i bet theyd push your button so good

i-it's not like you like this idea or anything--

come on do it
pincer-chan needs you

come on do it
pincer-chan needs you

after seeing what "pincer-chan" did to the corpse, you're lead to doubt the safety of this idea...