The Wiener Moon is nigh.

[wurstoftheworst]

Two weeks ago, a batch of strangely-colored hot dogs appeared in Milliways.

Some patrons ate them. Others were inexplicably bitten by the strange sausages. Both groups were afflicted by a strange illness, the symptoms of which included an itchy rash, unusual hair growth, and cravings for condiments. The physical effects of this 'infection,' however, were as nothing compared to the mental effects. There is a presence in the minds of the infected, growing in power with each passing day, pushing them to spread the infection.

But today? Today it's different.

The presence now strikes all the infected simultaneously, with the force of a tidal wave. It's all but impossible to resist, and although the message is wordless, its content is clear:

It is time. Claim my territory.

[ooc: And it's Wiener Uprising time! If you're a Minion, attack your fellow patrons; if you're not a Minion, fight back or just cower under a table somewhere. Party-style tagging, threadhopping is encouraged, open until I say it's not. Have fun, kids!]

Comments

[evil_koala_626]

The blue thing manages a grunt as it is flattened in short order by the much larger William. If possible the cackling becomes even nastier (if slightly muffled). And then William is being siezed by four clawed hands before being hurled through the air with disproportionate strength.

[not_his_pa]

Being thrown is unexpected and William lands heavily on a table and hears it crack under him as he gets some painful splinters.

Getting up hurts but he's not going down yet and readies some more forks and a chair as a partial shield. Then he attacks again with a yell.

[evil_koala_626]

The chair appears to have been a good move. By which the narration means, there is currently something that loosley resembles what might happen if you stuffed a bear trap in to a blender attacking chair. But only if the blender were set on "liquify" first.

What? That's totally good news! It's not attacking William.

[not_his_pa]

That sound shouldn't be coming from a creature so William throws some of the cocktail forks at the thing as it destroys the chair.

[evil_koala_626]

It's not even really accurate to call what's left of it a chair at this point. One of the cocktail forks strikes a glancing blow across the alien's flank. The effect it immideate; Stitch disengages from the rapidly disintergrating shield, twisting in the air like a scalded cat.

He hits the floor on all sixes, flattens his ears, and hisses venomously in William's direction. Stitch scuttles to the left, crabwise, glaring madness and doom all the while before being obscured from view momentarily as other combantants scuffle across the scene. By the time the floor is clear again, Stitch is nowhere to be seen.

[not_his_pa]

William holds his breath as he makes sure the thing is gone and then tosses away what's left of his chair and looks for better cover.