Roxirin
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(Setup here)
(Here we go, people. This is not a drill! Let's aim to finish this one )
Venom's world was murky and black. It had always been murky and black, and up until now, that hadn't bothered his barely-conscious mind. But something was stirring. Something within him had switched on, like a lightbulb, and it wanted out. Now.
The room was long and had a low ceiling, with dim, off-white light bulbs which flickered occasionally, denied power. The objects denying the light bulbs of power honestly provided more light than the bulbs themselves: Two rows of identical cylindrical tanks, glowing a myriad of different colours. Inside each tank, a figure floated gently, some occasionally twitching, but all relatively still.
All but one. A neon green tank at the far end, on the left. The figure inside raised its head, and lashed out. Once. A spidery crack appeared across the tank's surface. Twice. The crack grew. Three times - and there was a creaking sound, followed by a shatter and a loud whoosh as all 750 gallons of green liquid plus its inhabitant cascaded out onto the floor, shards of glass littering the area and the creature that had once been floating calmly lying in an undignified, unmoving heap.
Venom suddenly found that that his lungs wanted air and not fluid. He lay there and retched - coughed - and finally panted, spitting out any remnants of liquid that remained. Slowly, very slowly, he opened his eyes, and sat up, taking in his environment. The dim light didn't give him much to work with. Shakily, he attempted to stand, and failed, and tried again, staggering onto his feet, holding on to a nearby storage crate for balance. "Ugh......" He decided he didn't like being soaking wet and shook out his fur in a dog-like fashion, before tentatively walking to look at the other tanks in mute wonder.
"Huh....."
(Here we go, people. This is not a drill! Let's aim to finish this one )
Venom's world was murky and black. It had always been murky and black, and up until now, that hadn't bothered his barely-conscious mind. But something was stirring. Something within him had switched on, like a lightbulb, and it wanted out. Now.
The room was long and had a low ceiling, with dim, off-white light bulbs which flickered occasionally, denied power. The objects denying the light bulbs of power honestly provided more light than the bulbs themselves: Two rows of identical cylindrical tanks, glowing a myriad of different colours. Inside each tank, a figure floated gently, some occasionally twitching, but all relatively still.
All but one. A neon green tank at the far end, on the left. The figure inside raised its head, and lashed out. Once. A spidery crack appeared across the tank's surface. Twice. The crack grew. Three times - and there was a creaking sound, followed by a shatter and a loud whoosh as all 750 gallons of green liquid plus its inhabitant cascaded out onto the floor, shards of glass littering the area and the creature that had once been floating calmly lying in an undignified, unmoving heap.
Venom suddenly found that that his lungs wanted air and not fluid. He lay there and retched - coughed - and finally panted, spitting out any remnants of liquid that remained. Slowly, very slowly, he opened his eyes, and sat up, taking in his environment. The dim light didn't give him much to work with. Shakily, he attempted to stand, and failed, and tried again, staggering onto his feet, holding on to a nearby storage crate for balance. "Ugh......" He decided he didn't like being soaking wet and shook out his fur in a dog-like fashion, before tentatively walking to look at the other tanks in mute wonder.
"Huh....."
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