The Really First Encounter with DJ YellowThe Really First Encounter with DJ Yellow by MIBAgentP
" Good evening!!!!" a frightening female voice rang out on the car's FM radio after I switched the stations. " You're listening to DJ Yellow's World Mysterious Cases. Our last night's topic was about the Grimms' horrible existence and terror. We had talked about their attacks all over the globe. Let's see some comments here on the social media..."
I remembered the time that I had a case of Grimm attacks in Remnant when I listened to her topic yesterday. 3 years ago, Miss O had assigned me and some MIB back-ups to meet Agent OZ and his Beacon Academy students. We were there to stop the tumult and pacify the area. The mission was a tremendous success. Yet, we were investigating about the creature's origins which it remained a mystery.
When the female radio host ended reading her listeners' comments, my mind had returned to its focus on driving. I was heading on the next street as I kept listening.
" Tonight's new topi
BV41 It's a Space MonsterBV41 It's a Space Monster by NeoPaladinOfLight
Can't believe dis. Truly a messed up kinda situation. I'm runnin' along the big empty hallways of my former ship—it's a grand ship, got all the bells an' whistles—tryna stay outta the way of some fat, humongous tentacle thing that's rampagin' every which way.
I'm rushin' my way down the hall. The loud, hurried, echoin' stomps I take're overtaken out by the loud, wreckage of the ship violently being pummeled t'pieces behind me. An' as soon as the broken pieces touch the black nothingness, all the sound surrounding them're instantly null an' void.
It's an odd sensation. Sound, then no sound. Terror, then emptiness.
I turn a corner an' come t'a halt. Where am I? Dang, why's this ship so big? I look up, an' at that moment, the ceilin's broken in. Dat huge tentacle cleaves its way down, forcefully wreckin' any an' everything in its path. It's a miracle it hasn't hit me yet.
There's a beep in my head, followed by a “What the staak is goin' on?!” from Rutra. The helmet
BV40 Public Speaking SucksBV40 Public Speaking Sucks by NeoPaladinOfLight
I've never been one for public speakin'. Not sure if it's the nerves, the inexperience I have with puttin' my thoughts t'words, or me thinkin' nobody cares. But it sucks.
What is this place anyway? A conference room? Is this where the big decisions are made? I told FengRi that I had an idea about gettin' supplies, an' he said this would be the place t'talk about it. Now we're all here.
One long slender table fills up the whole space. A buncha chairs're all lined up around it. Some extra chairs're lined up along the walls. I'm standin' at the head of the table. The faces I see sittin' before me are familiar. It's the same group that made me captain.
Kal-Artang's burly, yeti lookin', behemoth actin' self sits poised an' attentive. Like some ol' military man. Straight posture. Harsh wrinkles along his face from the stone cold glare he gives me.
Rutra, sittin' across from him, is the exact opposite. Sittin' back all slouched over. Got his legs propped up on the table as he leans back in hi