wading trough raw sewage for some reason (mod)

[John Nicholson]

John recoiled at the smell of this place. He hadn't checked out this part of the city yet. These sewers had yet to be fully explored. He now knew why, the smell of this place was revolting. Of course, what would you expect when public services stopped maintaining the place. He soldiered on trying his best to ignore the pungent smell of the place. He managed to get quite deep without encountering any enemies. Maybe the shadows were normal enough to be able to smell too? That would be quite a hilarious thought.

Just as he was tinking about such a thing, he heard something splashing around not far from him, he raised his weapon, ready to fight whatever sewer monster popped out of the waters.

[Erithania]

Behold.

Poop Gigas

Skills
Viper Smash
Skewer

Null: Strike
Weakness: Wind

[John Nicholson]

What the hell was that! was that a shadow looking like it was made of poop?! John had been standing away from the water the Gigas had leaped out of. He summoned his persona, ready to do battle. "let's dance, shithead." He didn't know why he made that pun, it just seemed appropriate.

"Tarukaja!"

The power washed over John. he feeled like he could effortlessly take on the entire world right now, or at least the shadow challanging him to a fight to the death. He first went with the usual strategy of simply shooting it with a shotgun. It seemed moderately effective. With the damage being augmented by the buff he had cast on himself. The gigas took te hit like a chump. It did not bleed, as usual with shadows. However, its body proved to actually be made of sewage as the shotgun shell knocked loose an even worse smel than the usual stink from within the wrestler.

The gigas, seemingly having decided it was time to stop just looking at john menacingly. It charged at john with the usual gigas attack strategy of just square punching its opponent in the face. John just barely ducked under the massive mass of its fist. which instead buried itself in the wall. the gigas, attempting to pull its fist loose was now vulnerable to retaliation. Thus, John commanded Ippon-datara forward to attack.

"Sealing bomb!"

the projectile flung at the disgusting wrestler, causin a arge explosion which kicked up a lot of dust. John was just planning to walk away when he realized the shadow was still standing. seemingly unharmed by the projectile. Its demeanor seemed to take a mocking turn, as if to say 'did you really think that would work?' "Tough guy eh? Well, time for round two then." He said as the shadow atacked him once more.

It again tried to punch john, although this time, it's technique was different. Now, it trusted its hand frward in a stabbing motion while extending its fingers. John was unrepared for this sudden shift in technique and only barely dodged the blow. It struck a glancing strike at his side however, which drew blood. Was it able to stab with this technique?John was quite distracted by the pain, although it wasn't unfamiliar to him. He turned to the gigas as the adrenaline rush of being wounded gave him a second wind. "You'll need more than that to take this old coot out!" He readied another attack, although he was starting to realize he wouldn't be able to keep this up much longer


"Mamudo!"

The shadow was forced back by the the attack, now standing in front of the wall it had cracked earlier. It was so focused on john it didn't see that the cracks had grown larger and were dripping water. before it could charge again, the wall burst, unleashing a torrent of water which carried the shadow with it. Flushing it away for lack of a better term. John looked at the twist of fate in minor disbelief, then he started laughing about it. "Well, that's a crappy way to die"The laughing caused pain to course trough his side. He produced a bandae from one of his pockets to mend the wound as well as he could down in a sewer, wondering how he was going to explain the injury to his doctor.

[Erithania]

The last Metroid is in cap-



Wrong IP. Carry on.

[John Nicholson]

The adrenaline rush slowly died down and the bleeding seemed to have stopped. Still it seemed about time John headed homeward. However, he was now quite motivated to get deeper in this shithole. Maybe he could provoke one of those larger shadows he had heard tell about to come out and fight him. It seemed like a good way to make progress for some reason. Or at least would progress the cause of securing the outer circle from the shadows. In any case, he better get out of this place before the filth infected his wound. It would be a bad time to be hospitalized for such a shitty reason. thus John walked out of the sewers, cringing at yet another bad pun from his part.