video :: someone grab the popcorn!
[The video feed gets triggered when the wearer clocks a necromorph in the face, so it opens with a graphic close up of nerco-gore and and a partially bashed in head. Aaaaand then another hit that takes the head off completely. The view shifts as the wearer runs, and with the Marker distant in the background and necromorphs all around, it's apparent there's probably not a lot of hope for this one. Magnum shots ring out, but it doesn't seem to slow the advancing horde.]
[As the wearer retreats, there are glimpses of white and brown armor, brief shot of the gold EVA helmet as Meta checks her pursuers, a low metallic grumble reading through the audio.]
[It's apparent she's trying to make for a teleporter but there is a considerable number of the things advancing from nearly every angle. Another unfortunate one gets close enough to find several bullets lodged in its head, and when that doesn't stop it Meta grabs it by the blade as it attacks, swinging it around and knocking back a section of the fray.]
[But that leaves her back vulnerable, and there's a jerking motion and an animalistic wail as she gets run through, The view waves frantically as final, desperate melee attemps turn into the beginnings of death throes, as the rest of the necromorphs close in, obscuring the screen into darkness punctuated by gross inhuman sounds as they try to tear into their canned prize before the feed finally cuts to static.]
[As the wearer retreats, there are glimpses of white and brown armor, brief shot of the gold EVA helmet as Meta checks her pursuers, a low metallic grumble reading through the audio.]
[It's apparent she's trying to make for a teleporter but there is a considerable number of the things advancing from nearly every angle. Another unfortunate one gets close enough to find several bullets lodged in its head, and when that doesn't stop it Meta grabs it by the blade as it attacks, swinging it around and knocking back a section of the fray.]
[But that leaves her back vulnerable, and there's a jerking motion and an animalistic wail as she gets run through, The view waves frantically as final, desperate melee attemps turn into the beginnings of death throes, as the rest of the necromorphs close in, obscuring the screen into darkness punctuated by gross inhuman sounds as they try to tear into their canned prize before the feed finally cuts to static.]