No one was hurt in this small encounter. The starfish pose no real threat but deal much more psychological damage than physical. Shooting at monsters is one thing but having to stab humans is on a whole other level. We have reached the outskirts of the town. Only a last street and a small meadow is between us. The last distance we have to get across over over space. Our last move must be planned to the last detail. From this hiding spot we can again observe the fish people going after their work. The fish have got the heavy equipment out. Riding atop of large lobster-like creatures they drag something out of the water. From my perspective I can not make out what they are dragging. The lobsters they ride are called Mirelurk. Mirelurk are a unique species of lobsters that dwell on the oceans floor. Divers in heavy metal pressure suits encountered them first a couple of years ago. The animals are aggressive towards humans. The divers got attacked. Mirelurk claws posses an immense strength. Remember that the divers are suited in straight metal suits. After dragging the divers back onto the ship all three men have been cut apart. Even the solid metal helmet was cut open. Their given name "Mirelurk" is not selective. Before Mirelurk has been a term used to describe any living organism from the ocean, except for jellyfish. Because the name has not been coined for any distinct animal it has been applied to the large sea ground lobsters.
We find a way around the houses. Down the narrow streets, across some small fences, fighting against the ever rising waters we fight our way towards the shore line. At last we are detected when we make our last run towards the foot of the cliff. Running over the small field we are spotted by the fish folk. I smack the first fish that turns around to me right into his flat nose. Carrying the men who have been injured and are hindered from walking we assent the cliff. The lighthouse on the outskirts of the town is our last way to escape the swarm of fishmen. The way up to the lighthouse is a steep hill worked with stone stairs chiseled into the ground. From left and right fish climb from the water to attack us. Firing left and right we take out as many attackers as possible but there are just to many of them. No matter how many we kill even more ascend. A large crowd of fishmen has gathered as we make our way further up. Again we are hopelessly outmatched by the sheer numbers we face. For the first time a smite from the heavens would be appreciated. We already do the unholy work of purging the world of everything god has not foreseen in it so he could very well help us in exchange for once. An explosion hits into the rock cliff we are standing on. Alongside the border cracks open a fracture inside the stone. The impact sends a quake so I have to spot running and keep my balance. The broken cliff side breaks of the mainland to fall into the ocean taking many dozend of fishmen with it. They all scream in pain and fear. At least as far as the monsters can feel these emotions. A ship has appeared on the waters. It is a warship of the navy flying the states colours. It is not the reinforcement I called for but it will help us non the less. The vessel is armed with heavy artillery canons. Made of three decks with each holding ten canons it is capable of raining down enough metal to destroy an entire fort. These boats were build to stand up against the strongest navy of the world. It has been commissioned to tear down the town. More and more cannonballs cut into the crowd of fish and into the empty building of the town. With the support fire of the ship we have the opportunity to get into the safety of the lighthouse.
"Oh, no." All of my hope to escape the oceans army is rendered in vain. The fish are attacking the warship. Long tentacles extend from the water stretching along the ships sides. Figures crawl up to the main deck, taking the control and slaughtering its crew. The tentacles reach across the ships masts and inside the gunports pulling it further and further to the side. The breaking point of the ships structure has been reached. Wooden parts begin to crack. The hull has been damaged and water is leaking inside the ship ringing in its ultimate demise. Our rescue has been destroyed. Its deeds have not been useless. The one accurate shot it gave of fended of our pursuers by splitting the cliff. This grants us the opportunity to find shelter inside the lighthouse. Taking a look back to oversee the rest of my men to overcome the last obstacles a new threat spawns onto the battlefield. On the cliff, two of the tallest specimens climb over the ledge. Both are nearly up to fifteen feet in height with shark-like heads and corals growing on their backs. Both carry large rusty anchors which they use to destroy rocks. The regular fish could be taken out by a well aimed gunshot but these larger sharks wear thicker skin tissue relatable to these of elephants. The large ones are stronger and much much more durable but also much slower.
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Once a God drowned here
ActionAgain Joseph Hunter and his soldiers are tasked with killing what the humantiy should not have to deal with. A whole town is overrun with monsters from the oceans deapths.
