Tell me what you saw in the bunker. Tell me the truth.
Is what we see with our eyes real, Inquisitor? Can we rely upon our senses for the truth? Or is the truth deeper, beyond what we can perceive? I'll tell you what I saw, but I can't guarantee it was the truth.
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Carmine took point, with Dios and Quintos supporting him. They both carried personal flamers, and held them up at the ready. I remember Carmine boldly striding down the hallway, as if the Emperor himself was at his back supporting him. Was he that sure of his comrades, or simply just unafraid of death?
From further down the hallway, we heard a blast door open. The hinges sounded like wailing banshees, and the echoes reverberated throughout the bunker's halls. The screeching continued... and continued... and continued, far longer than what a door should open for. It had a sobering, terrifying effect upon us. Only the Commissar kept us from breaking ranks.
Then it came for us. The first of many. It was a hideous thing, warped and twisted. A multitude of colours ran across its nearly translucent body, mostly pinks and blues and oranges. It stood almost seven feet tall, had no discenerable feet and floated along the ground silently. Its arms were misshapen, with thin, spindly forearms and large, bulbous appendages where hands should be. Its face looked like a jackal, with jaws that could snap a bone with ease and eyes that glittered with inner fire.
We saw the beast, listened as it screamed at us. We watched terrified as it bounded down the hallway, and flames sprouted from the arms.
Instinct and training took over, and four dozen lasguns cracked in unison before any one of us even had a chance to process the sight we were seeing. Imperial training is excellent for at least one thing: We know how to kill things that aren't human. Dios and Quintos added their fire to the mix, and it blended with the flames emanating from the monster. A cacophony of lights, heat, and sulfur washed over us.
The next few moments were a blur. Dios was dead. Quintos was badly burned, but would live. The daemon, for what else could it be?, was also dead. Emperor be praised, but it was barely recognizable. It had been turned into a vivid, bright puddle of goo.
That screaming though - it hadn't stopped. It had only intensified, as if the entire Outpost had awoken to our transgression and meant to punish us for it.
At that point, we noted that Carmine had gone missing.
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A no-lynch has occurred. Nobody has died.
It is now Night Two. It will last for 48 hours, and Day Two will occur on Monday at 5:00pm EST. Please have night actions submitted at least an hour before that time.