Post by A®heim on Mar 31, 2011 8:55:55 GMT -5
The horrible wrenching of steel tearing through steel sounds through the narrow halls, echoing among the darkened web of galvanized pipes and valves. A few seconds of groaning pass before the first leak springs 
and shrouds the light from one of the harsh red alarms--seemingly pulsing shadows rather than lumination. Another sharp hiss 
and mist sprays forth. Creaks and groans of increasing volume sound as the vessel sinks into crushing oblivion. 
Another grind, another torrent. The pressure is increasing exponentially,tearing the infrastructure at every glance. The atmosphere has become disjointed, disorienting. The floor has become the wall and the wall the ceiling. With the violent bursts of water, one can no longer notice which is which.
In parts of the mangled hull, closer to the breach, entire decks have become flooded in near entirety. Pipelines trip the unwary foot as it slogs through knee-high currents; and all around, the hellish symphony regales the scene.
The Kingdom's End and the lost souls aboard sink into the depths.
The ship is lost at 7 rounds. Illaina to strike first.
and shrouds the light from one of the harsh red alarms--seemingly pulsing shadows rather than lumination. Another sharp hiss and mist sprays forth. Creaks and groans of increasing volume sound as the vessel sinks into crushing oblivion. Another grind, another torrent. The pressure is increasing exponentially,tearing the infrastructure at every glance. The atmosphere has become disjointed, disorienting. The floor has become the wall and the wall the ceiling. With the violent bursts of water, one can no longer notice which is which.In parts of the mangled hull, closer to the breach, entire decks have become flooded in near entirety. Pipelines trip the unwary foot as it slogs through knee-high currents; and all around, the hellish symphony regales the scene.
The Kingdom's End and the lost souls aboard sink into the depths.
The ship is lost at 7 rounds. Illaina to strike first.