[Of course he had been press-ganged into helping them find the mysterious source of the storms. Even in another...whatever this was, dimension?... he just couldn't shake the whole 'boy adventurer' curse. Admitting he was a super scientist probably hadn't help the situation.
So now he was here. In a disgusting, fetid jungle, pathetically clinging to a tree branch while the gash in his side leaked away all his precious blood. Par for the course really, but Brock wasn't here to take care of everything this time. The rest of the search party was dead- eaten or torn apart by whatever those creatures were... Also par for the course- the universe apparently got a hard on by repeatedly letting him witness gruesome death and live to remember it.
A crashing noise in the vicinity made him cling to the branch tighter, followed by the sound of....chainsaws? Seriously? Did one of these things just go and find a chainsaw to cut down the tree he was in? That seemed ridiculously unfair.
Two of them came stomping into the area just then and apparently the truth was even more ridiculous as one of them had spontaneously generated buzz-saws where his hands should be. At least that's what it looked like without his glasses, which were somewhere below and probably crushed. They also appeared to be wrestling...
Before he could really think about that, his foot abruptly started to slip from the slickness of the never-ending rain and possibly his own blood, leaving him desperately trying not to-
Nope. He was falling now.]
If I die here, I'm going to find Brock and haunt him.
iv (as in hook this man up to one, he's going to bleed out)
So now he was here. In a disgusting, fetid jungle, pathetically clinging to a tree branch while the gash in his side leaked away all his precious blood. Par for the course really, but Brock wasn't here to take care of everything this time. The rest of the search party was dead- eaten or torn apart by whatever those creatures were... Also par for the course- the universe apparently got a hard on by repeatedly letting him witness gruesome death and live to remember it.
A crashing noise in the vicinity made him cling to the branch tighter, followed by the sound of....chainsaws? Seriously? Did one of these things just go and find a chainsaw to cut down the tree he was in? That seemed ridiculously unfair.
Two of them came stomping into the area just then and apparently the truth was even more ridiculous as one of them had spontaneously generated buzz-saws where his hands should be. At least that's what it looked like without his glasses, which were somewhere below and probably crushed. They also appeared to be wrestling...
Before he could really think about that, his foot abruptly started to slip from the slickness of the never-ending rain and possibly his own blood, leaving him desperately trying not to-
Nope. He was falling now.]
If I die here, I'm going to find Brock and haunt him.