Killer Space Monkeys

“There’s no way I could live with myself if I didn’t at least try to help out,” you think to yourself as you grab the Smith and Wesson Blaster you keep stashed in the dishwasher.

Blaster in hand, you slowly edge your way down the corridor. The air is smoky from laser fire but strangely quiet. Your heart begins to pound as you notice dead crewmates and Space Monkeys lying crumbled in heaps. The smoke and haze are getting thinker, and as you get to the intersection of two corridors, you hear the sound of marching – and chattering, squealing Space Monkey talk! They’re obviously marching toward you but can’t see you yet. You realize you have two options – you can hide under a body as they march past….or you can start firing your Blaster for all your life’s worth!

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