The Shaqwolf lingers!
When you first raced towards the car as fast as your wimpy human legs could take you, he took you at a steady, loping pace, but seeing you enter it has spurred him on! He comes at you at a terrifying, cheetah-like pace, monstrously fast and monstrously hungry! A musclebound leap propels the beast onto the windshield, cracking the glass inwards as he comes down feetfirst. Big hands raise up and smash down on it, and so the crack widens. It's fucking tense, okay! God, I was just reading this and it's like JESUS FROCTO WHY DON'T YOU JUST SAY HE IS GETTING UP IN THEIR SHIT why do you need to get technical with the words, it's not like you are getting paid by the word or anything FUCK.
So I don't need to say that he digs his nails into the windscreen and makes it come squealing away like cheese, fuck that, it is enough to say that you are totally fucked unless you PRESS THE BLUE BUTTON! Especially since he just got through it and is reaching for your scrawny neck!
A terrific ringing sound goes as every every gear in the tragically uncool Ford Explorer grinds together, bursting out car in every direction like shrapnel. The Shaqwolf is thrown loose, sent spinning end over end till he rolls to a stop in the dirt, looking up in obvious disapproval, as you activate the futuristic vehicle's SHIT GETS REAL mode. As it smashes and mashes around you, you see new control panels are coming out and slamming into place. The hood, front tires and bumper break apart, forming into typical chunky arms from which HUGE FUCKING CANNONS NOT HANDS BECAUSE HANDS ARE FOR FAGS extend from and the entire thing falls back on its rear wheels, which do the same thing, except bringing the wheels up to form a hip system from which the suit feeds through eight metal articulated prongs, four of which form a base and the other four of which whip seemingly independantly around it like an automated defence system.
The chest compartment shifts slightly, rotating to give you a better field of vision over the dust and a targeting array descends from the ceiling to rest in front of your eyes. You sight ahead and... The Shaqwolf is no longer there. A thud atop the armoured suit sounds his arrival with a crash and then you hear an awful creaking sound. The suit totters around under your command, trying to shake him off, but you're momentarily distracted by a scanner informing you there are two lifesigns a few kilometres to the east that bear investigating. The creaking sound cuts short suddenly and there's the sound of tearing metal as something comes off your left side and the entire robot destabilizes. You finally find the button to shoot the cannons and there's a terrific discharge of laser energy that flings the Shaqwolf clean off, smashing him to the ground. It topples you as well, and you both land on your asses.
He is clutching the entire left half of the Ford Explorer armoured suit easily, cannon and all, and lowers it to point at you. Your own cannon raises to fire.
TO ENGAGE IN LASER DUEL, TURN TO PAGE 999.
To go hand to hand, turn to 1,000.
To investigate the life signs further, turn to page 6.
To take cover and escape, turn to page 9.
To detonate Compound Y, turn to page 4.