With the cap rock removed the immobile corpse of Scapegoat was exposed. He lay motionless and dumb to all voices until Noa's activity caused some of the ceiling to shift, sending down a small trickle of stone. Some of which landed on the ghoul. He immediately revived and sat up, no worse for wear. He stared at the floating debris before shaking off the rock dust like a dog. That was nice that they came and got him. Death was always such an irritation.
"Thankssssss." He scrambled his way along the rubble pile. Yet instead of climbing back up to the surface, he moved down deeper into the hole. The basement stored many high-tech Titan valuables. Not least being their vehicles. There were no space ships worth the name, but there were underwater craft, nellycopters, and bikes one step above a Harley Davison. Many had been crushed under the sudden landslide now, but the ghoul made his way over to a mostly intact jet/sub sort of blend. He eyed it temptingly.
But then he backed off, "Hey! I smell the body further this way. You guys don't touch this cool stuff while I'm gone alright. I saw it first. S'mine. I licked it already." With that he strode off further into the basement level to explore what other wonders it foretold.
Mon Jan 22, 2024 9:45 pm by 
Subject: Re: Late to the Party (Open) 
