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Here is a demon. The demon is in his swimming pool.
He doesn't swim naked, so he takes the summon anyway.
demon cam vs the clam planet
from_scratch
"All the communications equipment here is working, but if you communicate directly with an evacuation ship, the purity-keepers will destroy it to prevent the spread of your filth!"
"They're purity-keepers and you're a filth creature. They won't talk to you. If you talk to them, they will kill everyone present and then themselves."
from_scratch
"So then all the wingless people left will be..." He gestures at this small terrified group. "You? Who don't want to try to kill anyone?"
"My [untranslated noun] evacuated already! You'll get them all killed!" says a hiding alien.
"Doomed! Doooomed!"
"Shut up!"
"I don't want the evacuated people of this planet to die," says the spokesalien. "Most of them never killed any filth creatures either."
"Doomed! Doooomed!"
"Shut up!"
"I don't want the evacuated people of this planet to die," says the spokesalien. "Most of them never killed any filth creatures either."
"Even if you kill everyone from this planet, the purity-keepers of the other inhabited planets will know. Will you go to all the planets and have the purity-keepers kill everyone until only a handful of befouled cowards are left?"
"Doomed!"
"Shut up!"
"Doomed! Doooooooomed!"
"Shut up [profane intensifier]!"
"Doomed!"
"Shut up!"
"Doomed! Doooooooomed!"
"Shut up [profane intensifier]!"
"Why do you want to [untranslated] them, then? Aren't all the other kinds of filth creature just as foul to you as you are to us?"
"But..."
The spokesalien seems to have trouble processing this.
Meanwhile, behind the spokesalien, a scuffle breaks out between the doom-wailer and the doom-wailer-shutter-upper. It continues for a few seconds and then ends in an alien shoving past the spokesalien and barreling out onto the street, yelling about doom.
The spokesalien seems to have trouble processing this.
Meanwhile, behind the spokesalien, a scuffle breaks out between the doom-wailer and the doom-wailer-shutter-upper. It continues for a few seconds and then ends in an alien shoving past the spokesalien and barreling out onto the street, yelling about doom.
from_scratch
Eh. Cam lets it go. It wasn't contributing anything to the conversation.
"Humans don't think you're filthy, or that I'm filthy. I don't think you're filthy, or that humans are filthy. This is a you problem."
"Humans don't think you're filthy, or that I'm filthy. I don't think you're filthy, or that humans are filthy. This is a you problem."
The doom-wailer flees. The spokesalien stutters perplexedly. "But... but..."
And then, from behind Cam: fwm
And then, from behind Cam: fwm
When Cam wakes up:
It is slightly more than twenty minutes later.
All identifiable technological objects on his person have been smashed, and someone has piled miscellaneous heavy trash on top of him, but someone has also put a pillow under his head.
All of the aliens who were cowering here have run away.
His comm relay network is down.
from_scratch
Damn it.
He wriggles out from under the trash, accompanied by blasts of hot air to push it out of the way, and makes for the portal to go get a string of relays in place and find whoever wrecked them.
The section of the maze closest to this portal is just as he left it, but three steps in along the fastest route to Suranse, some clever soul has started slathering the ground with some sort of burning goo that produces intense heat and noxious fumes. There are dead aliens near many of the goo puddles, charred and corroded.
from_scratch
These aliens have terrible workplace saftey standards. Cam overflies it and makes himself air en route for comfort and replaces relays.
In places where the ground and the portal are close enough together, the goo interferes with relay placement. It melts most things that touch it. He might have to find an alternate route once or twice. And time is ticking.
from_scratch
Ugh. It's probably faster to just keep layering stuff onto the goo until he finds something it doesn't melt or it runs out of melting capacity than it is to expect alternate routes to be any better. It probably doesn't melt literally every element on the periodic table.
It melts this and that and this other thing and when this substance touches it, it causes an explosion that spatters the vicinity with noxious burning goo. Also, some layers that aren't melted by the heat are corroded by the fumes. It takes a while to hit on a functioning insulator.
One of the smaller Spheres a little farther along the route is filled with goo. It's oozing slowly out of the portal, but he'd still have to wade through chest-deep goo to cross this one. Odds of successfully bridging it with relays seem low. On the other hand, maybe restoring the network in the maze isn't as important as getting back in contact with Suranse so the Aluvai don't panic.
One of the smaller Spheres a little farther along the route is filled with goo. It's oozing slowly out of the portal, but he'd still have to wade through chest-deep goo to cross this one. Odds of successfully bridging it with relays seem low. On the other hand, maybe restoring the network in the maze isn't as important as getting back in contact with Suranse so the Aluvai don't panic.