Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-30700719-20170331115836

 "Then change course, dammit! Take us to a cold region, of mountains and stuff. I think that we can surface there." The Mersharks disappear from the windows of the helm. "Hey? Where'd they go? Reinforce all entrances! Amp up the DE shielding of the hull!" Up above, the Corsairs are taking out boats left and right. One gets caught in a ball of Demonic Energy from the Dark Matter. It flies around in a tight loop, looking for a way out of the ever-closing walls.  Suddenly, the Dark Matter throws a blob of DE at the Corsair drone.  "Holy fuck mother, dammit." I gesture up at the surface, roughly in the direction of the turned Corsair. "Dammit! So now we've got enemy aerial assistance! Well, at least it can't submerge. Just...why does the fucking 'Moe Anthropomorphism' exist? I mean, yeah, I love planes, but not like a human! Jesus..." I kneel on the ground for a bit. "If the DE level of a Seamoth exceeds 50%, then it goes ka-blooey. I can't afford submarine mamono right now." I sigh and stand up. "Stop diving. In one kilometre, begin to surface. Instead of the Jaws, let's go with the Seabomb. Weapon: Original. Body: Nuke. Engine: Underwater."  I tap my PDA, and a song comes on. I sit back in the helmsman' seat.