SCG3 Special Report

Will…
Sam! We’re here hovering over down-town where the monsters are litterly
swarming the city! The freeways are glocked… There is absolutely no way out
of down-town. These creatures, they are incredibly strong. A few minutes ago we
saw one actually pick up an SUV and throw it in a clump of people. And then…
Zoom in on that, yeah. Are we getting that? It’s actually looking at us!
It’s, it’s climbing. It’s… No, pull up, pull up, pull up!
Will? Ehm, we seem to be suffering from technical difficulties. We’ll get back
to William Tracy as soon as we get the satellite feed repaired. Hm…
In the meantime, we now go live to Joan Carr at the Hellbender Plaza. Joan…
Sam! I’m standing here with thousands of citizens. The first thing that greeted
us when we drove up was the smell of decomposing flesh! The dead are litterly
walking the streets! Aah… Even though the people know about the curfew,
there is absolutely no trace of police or the military yet. It’s
understandable that the people feel the urge to get out of their homes and go
look for their loved-ones. They don’t know what to do and how to cope with all
of this. Aah… Something is happening. Eehmm… Oh my God! RUN!!!
We ehm… seem to be experiencing some more technical difficulties with Joan as
well, so… Ehm… I’m just being told that someone is infiltrating our
broadcasts. Eh… Are we going off the air?..
Good evening, you puny little humans. Don’t try to adjust your sat’s,
we control the transmission. Your deminion of the earth has gone on far too
long. You’ve had your chances, you’ve blown them all! Now it’s time to cut the
bullshit. You are a plague! We are forced to take disciplinary action.
Behold the sounds that will grind your insides, the sights that will make you
blind. Your walls of iron will bend and the seas will run red with your blood.
The earth will quake and open its fuming maw swallowing all the heretics and
fools on the wide path to hell. The skies will open with a thunderous raw!
My little pets will fly out in swarms that will block the sun. They will kiss
the flesh off the bones of those who still choose to follow the false prophets.
Join us or forever drown in the pit of despair. The Scartic Circle Gathering
is now. This is the day of reckoning. This is…
The Arockalypse