<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=38316.msg1961025#msg1961025">Quote from: Lyrus on 12-06-2009, 09:13:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The sound of mass chittering filled the air, then the entire outpost; the sound drowned out everything else, like an endlessly flowing river as the Coxiens fully occupied the outpost. Near Joe, several Coxiens had started to line the walls where her sight wouldn't reach, with a few scuttling along beside her, hooded by the darkness, but they very much could be heard; the sound they made was pleasing and curious, but yet bore a hint of danger to it. The sound reached the two men wandering for the outpost as well, except it was hostile, sadistic, and intimidating to them. <br/><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The bugs seem to be closing in around her.  The chatter of there clicking noises and such reaching Joe's ears.      Yet the sounds made were not threatening. As if bugs on a lazy southern afternoon, drinking sweet tea and fanning oneself.     That is the image that comes to Joe.<br/><br/>Through she knew otherwise, that these were not small harmless bugs.  But bugs determined to wipe out humanity.   Or so it seems.    As she inched forward.  Heading around the corner where yet more waited in ambush.