Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28718853-20181023004315/@comment-36855838-20181103070918

HaroldQuest. Part 02

Harold awoke to the beating drum of his hearts, or two of them, at least.

The third and fourth artificial hearts had been punctured by stalagmites, and their artificial circulatory stsyems had already begun the arduous repair work.

As harold rose from the cavern floor, biomechanical claws extending to make an escape, a loud crash rung out from above.

Down, down, down came the ship.

Oh, fuck.

Harold bolted, and just barely escaped the ensuing cave-in.

As he caught his breath, a gust of wind was picked up by peripheral sensors, given a high priority because of his subterranean locale.

A moment later, life-form data scrolled down his helm.

"🤔😋🚫🚺🚫🚹. 😉😙😚🙄"

"You're not like the other (humans?), but you still smell like a male. Perhaps we can have some fun, you and I."

Harold slowly turned, and came face to face with some odd bat woman, a rather large belt strained to the last loop trying to cover her nipples.

Like the hood of some menacing serpent, the elder one had risen up behind her, attaching to her head.

Harold's headache had gotten worse, translation was always more painful secondhand.

Still, this was rather valuable, even if he would end up owing his very soul to an elder one.

"Let's go you two, we need to head to my ship, I'll need supplies."

"🤓👉+🚺&🚺👉, 👉🏚/🚘 , 🤓👉[🍞🍪🥓🥚🍔,🤺🎲☄📞🔧(🔫⚡🏹)]

The bat made an expression somewhere between ceaseless vomiting and extreme constipation.

Harold chuckled as he walked past.

"Yep, first time's a real bitch ain't it?"

"01👉👌=(🐕🚺)😉?"

The bat scowled at him.

"♠️."

"[I would like to] Fuck you!"

Harold grinned.

End.