The Creature Calamity Club

[Sgt Floyd]

Glad to know you would be willing to fight, but don't worry about us. I'm a bat demon with almost total control over darkness. And I'm part ghost. Not to mention I have razor sharp claws...

*turns demon*

By the way, what's your name? I'm Johnny. Or Sarge. Either one works.

 

[Yuna Leonhart]

Well, I don't mind and I'm sure no one else would mind. There are enough unoccupied rooms here. Just choose one, Casey.

 

[Sgt Floyd]

Casey, while you're here, I need to talk to you...

 

[CaseytheMuppet]

Ok, thanks. I'll go grab my stuff from... the room.

*walks upstairs into room, starts piling stuff into box*

*looks on bed, sees self with knife in head*

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!

*drops stuff on ground, and runs out of room*

W-was that real?

*peeks head in doorway*

AAAH! It was! There is a dead body in this ROOM!

*runs down to tell somebody*

EDIT: Ziffeled

 

[Sgt Floyd]

Casey, that ghost that was haunting you... apparently stabbed you while you were sleeping :/

 

[CaseytheMuppet]

What? What do you mean? That wasn't me! That... that was some other hairy monster! Go look for yourself!! It's probably some joke from that ghost! I wasn't stabbed! Follow me!

*goes up to room*

(OOC: Going through a CCC craze. Wow, this is so fun!)

 

[Sgt Floyd]

*sigh*

*follows casey*

 

[Yuna Leonhart]

*to our new tenant*
So, um, which room do you want?

 

[robodog]

Hello Yuna Casey and Sarge.

You can call me Robo. It sounds as if these scientists are a real pain in the chassis. Despite being built for combat I've only been in a combat situation once. I was built as an expendable yet superpowered drone. The plan was to send me into dangerous combat situations instead of human soldiers. My creators' way of thinking was that since I was a mere machine it didn't matter if I got trashed. What they didn't count on was my developing sentience and deciding that there's no way I'm risking my shiny metal tail for people who don't give a dead rat's fart if I end up dead. So I escaped. They built me a little too well. There wasn't much they could do to stop me. Unfortunately I had to fight to defend myself. Suffice it to say my creators are no longer an issue. I hated to do it but my life and freedom were at stake. I try to avoid killing. I don't like it. But in a combat situation I will do what I must to defend myself and anyone under my protection.

I'll take any room you have available. I'm not picky.

 

[Misskermie]

*Comes out room*

Uhhhhhh....
What... Who... Is....?