Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28970644-20170711192559/@comment-29435884-20170716033043

(Did someone say bad end?)

I quickly run from my apartment, joining the pack of townspeople who are clogging the corridor. Everyone is milling around in blind panic, no one knows where to go or where to run. I manage to force my way through the scrum and reach the fire escape and after slamming my shoulder into the jammed door (bloody hell, order fire safety is shiiiit) vault the stair case and hurl myself into the street.

I've rolled my ankle doing that poorly thought out parkour stunt, and my pace has slowed to an awkward limp. I begin to hyperventilate, this is it. I'm doomed. Thankfully only a few mamono have made it this far into the city and most are distracted by the few guards who have held their ground. The streets are in chaos, people running around like headless cockatrice and some opportunistic idiots are even looting. (why do people always do that in a disaster? it's not like you can keep the shit you pinch you silly wankers)

I keep my head down and try and make a steady, (if slow and painful) pace towards the city limits. More and more mamono troops are flooding into this part of the city, harpies dive bomb the crowd, dragging away screaming men into the sky and at one point I see an ushi bulldoze a group of unlucky order soldiers, grabbing one and slinging him over her shoulder-all without slowing down. The street ahead of me clears, and a platoon of centaurs charges into the terrified crowd, demon silver lances lowered. Thankfully one skinny cripple escapes their notice, and in the confusion I reach a riot control post, hurling myself in and locking the door behind me.

I prop a chair against the door handle to give it a bit more strength and have a look around my new haven. Abandoned, the troops stationed here are either captured or fled. They've taken most of the useful items, leaving only an ashtray, a pack of smokes and a radio. Shit, not even a riot shield you cheap fucks?

As I light up a smoke and wonder what to do next, the radio buzzes, crackling static before a male voice sounds. "Baseplate, this is Seraph 2-5. We're inbound on the target area. loaded for bear. eta 5." "Roger that Seraph, you are cleared to engage. God be with you."

Oh god, it's not enough that they left us to die, They planned to bomb us from the start. fuckers! I sigh, it's all over. All we were  was meat for the order's war machine, doomed from day one. I light another cigarette and wait for the end when a heavy pounding starts on the door. "I know you're in there little man!" a rough female voice calls out. "Come on out before I have to come in!"

I don't suppose it matters now, We're both doomed anyway. No one should have to die alone. I shift the chair and open the door, revealing a large red oni, who hastily lowers her fist and gives me a lusty grin. "Well hey there cutie-" she begins before I throw my arms around her waist and rest my head against her large breasts. "Shh" I tell her "Just-just hold me. Please." She does as I ask, wrapping me up in a tight hug as I begin to sing "Oh Danny boy, the pipes the pipes are calling, from glen to glen and down the mountain side...."

We never felt the explosion that killed us. Our last moments were spent in comfort and companionship. At the end of the day what else can you ask for?