Tremors Round 1: Perfection Comes to Fort Triumph

[Benevolent Thomas]

Our Savior, Burt Gummer

"This is all we got, a few men and even fewer munitions? I don't know how to put this any better, but you all are entirely unprepared for what's coming at you. Thankfully, I've brought a few of my toys and plenty of expertise. Just do exactly as I say when I say and we may survive this."

Let's scout the surrounding areas for signs of Graboids, make sure to keep to the rocks. Graboids can't dig through solid rock.

[Benevolent Thomas]

"Just wait until the Marshals arrive, Mr. Gummer. They are the best in the business."

[TheDeadWest]

<.< Hello little graboid are you in this post?

[Benevolent Thomas]

"We'll have to hold this one off until they arrive. Is everyone ready?"

[TheDeadWest]

"You took of bit of damage there, Sir. Let me see if I can distract it for a little!"

[Benevolent Thomas]

Yeah, let me try and put a little distance between me and it.

[TheDeadWest]

Ouch Sir are you ok? that looked like a nasty bite you took there.

[Benevolent Thomas]

I'll need some patching up if we get out of here alive.

[TheDeadWest]

I definitely will need some patching myself!

[Benevolent Thomas]

*deep breath*

"AAAAGGGGHHHH"

*Flies from cover and sprays bullets*

[TheDeadWest]

Jesus! You're a crazy man! *shots carefully from behind cover*

[Benevolent Thomas]

"Valentine and Earl's group already killed theirs. We need to pull our weight!"

[TheDeadWest]

"I gotta back out man and rest a little, I'm too old to be doing this crap can't keep up with the like of you and Earl."

[Benevolent Thomas]

"I may have to clock out for the rest of this shift. MY cot is calling my name. Hopefully others can swoop in and finish the job!"

[TheDeadWest]

"I hope so too, I definitely can't last through anyone of these beasts."