Quote:Riley lowered down, trying to make his moves slow and liquid, as to remain hidden from the Gaurds on the walkways above.

He slipped into a darkened room, as the Gaurd above turned his attention to the Corridor, the rooms either side had no walkways, so Riley could wait in the shadows.

Riley sighed with relief, he was alone, or so he thought, on second observation of the room, he heard an odd sound.

"...lol....sanchskun..."

In the corner of the room, bunched up in a ball, were several people, all middle-aged, no hair, pale skin, wearing gowns.

Riley put his hands out behind him, feeling for a wall, as he did so, he knocked a glass off a table to his left, causing it to smash.

The people in the corner turned to face him, the biggest of the lot screeched, and splurted an ancient dialect, sounded like Russian. They then chanted various nonsense,

"LOL...Wat best shpi in game? ROFL.." one squealed, his voice like that of pre-pubescent child,

Riley pulled the shiv from his pocket, ready to defend himself. He knew exactly what these men suffered from, Lawl Syndrome.
The largest one made eye contact, then screamed,

"Engajun!" charging forward with his arms flailing,

Riley quickly shifted to the right, shoving the shiv upwards into the infectee's neck...