armageddon knight gaiden: project moon

Part 2: information team.

The unpleasant sound of bones being shredded and flesh tearing and the spinning of metal as the singing machine devoured it's treat. A psychotic chef from district 23. This abnormality is a combination of a music player and a meat grinder. Sweet tunes at the cost of human flesh. Being an inanimate object it can't really escape containment and get prey. Instead the spirit within the damn thing possesses someone. Either to hop into its grinder mouth. Or to bring someone to throw in. so in order to stop the machine possessing my employees. I feed it captured rats. Organ harvesting backstreet thugs who no one will miss. And if it behave's itself aka don't possess my employees. Then it gets a tasty treat. One of the many psychotic cannibal chefs from district 23. The sickos believed that making the person they were planning to cook suffer as much as possible added flavor. I'm not sure if that's true and i sure as hell ain't gonna try and find out. I'd rather eat dirt than human flesh. but it certainly added flavor to whatever this things tastebuds was supposed to be Over all. This deal with the singing machine is a win win win. A win for the singing machine because it gets an endless supply of food for its art of music. My employees win as they don't have to worry about getting possessed and they get tunes while on the job. And the normal folk of the backstreets as they now have a few less scumbags out for their organs and a few less psychotic chefs hungrily eyeing them from dark alleys to worry about.

As for my employees, a few caught my attention. A girl with purple hair done in pigtails named dakota...she's a hard worker but she's also grumpy and has a pretty nasty attitude. Then again. That's everyone from the backstreets. Hard to find someone who can really smile in this awful city. But I did find someone who could. A girl with long blue hair named bong-bong. If i had to describe her in one word. It would be silly. Not just her name but she gets up to some silly antics. I don't mind it. Anyone who can act like an idiot meme lord in this hellish facility is a rare diamond. She keeps the stress down. And that's a gift. Even if her red haired lot more serious sister yet equally silly named sister yumyum and yesod don't agree to it.

(here's an example of her antics :D)

There was a time i thought gabriels hard ass attitude about safety was super annoying and he was twitchy as hell. And that was true in his end. After elijah died he was next on the chopping block. As his thing with following the rules turned into an obsession, an obsession that damaged his mind to the point where he scratched himself to death. God i still remember finding the corpse. Like if a fucking jaguar lion and coyote got to him. Following the rules isn't my goal. It's to finish this with no casualties which is why i'm willing to lend an ear instead of deafening it out like before. After all it was my hands on the wheel this time. And I would do better...and be better.

The next day rolled around and another abnormality came to the information team floor. This time the forsaken murderer. A guy who's bound and can only move through moving like a snake. And being tied up in an all body asylum uniform doesn't stop from trying to spill blood as a big metal ball chained to him was his way of splattering my employees when he breached.

Another day, another abnormality. This time it was the all around helper. It was cute. Apparently it was a robot to be a helper to humanity. But the fact it's here should tell you that something went wrong with it. Maybe don't give it four blades that turn it into a shuriken that can split a person in two!

The last abnormality to the control team floor was an interesting one. The funeral of the dead butterflies. A five armed black and white creature with a white butterfly for a head. It's two arms constantly lugging around a black coffin. What makes mr.butterflies interesting is not only can we use him as an energy generator. But also as a hired gun. If an abnormality breeches we can pay out some PE boxes to the funeral and he'll go out and help my employees get the breeching abnormality back in it's cage.