We Get Signal!

Main Screen Turn On!

The Ideas

We have to shrink down again, but this time, we have to get put into an ambassador and kill some diseases.

I’ve been put on guns. Apparently the diseases can only be killed by canons, this is bullshit.

We have entered the slug person’s blood. Some white blood cells have greeted us.

I am really bad at canons. But we swapped. I am in the front canon now. And Lord Jonathan V is in the new rear canon. Good gun for me, but Jonny has the skills.

The Actions

White blood missiles are coming after us! They are white blood cells, but they act just like missiles.

Peppy is doing some good sciencing. I don’t really know WHAT Peppy is doing, but Peppy is doing well.

I shot a thingie! RIP the disease cell clump!

Another way..?

We are cloaking to try to dodge the white blood missiles. Go to hell, cells!

I hit another one! Another one down! We’re a third of the way there!

Took out the last white blood missile I could see, but as soon as I had, more appeared in our ares.

I missed again… I am not in my lane.

The calm…

Pilots are piloting. Sciencers are sciencing. Bots are botting. This is hard without an engineer, though.

The storm!

The ambassador’s heart rate went up! Oh no! We need to pilot harder. We..? Derrick!

Lord Jonathan V fired a missile which did nothing. I show a white blood missile. Derrick… Is going to do some real big shit soon!

We’re going to go through some weird cells, Derrick says it’s like passing past a planet, but I think he has a lot of work to do.

Derrick is in big poop! We can do it!

Derrick says to stall. We’re gonna be doing weird shit.

Going through so many cells, we’re somehow okay, though!

Our shit went through maintenance!? We couldn’t get power for a while, and the reserves all disappeared! Derrick was making the ship rattle to make us survive.

This is getting tricky. Keep going a little out of control. This guy needs to calm the fuck down. Who cares if we’re in his heart blasting lasers?

We managed to kill some diseased clumps of cells. We only need to kill five more? Three more? I wish I was keeping count.

Our life supports… One is broken, one is a little damaged. This is gonna get really bad really soon…

Go towards the Light at the End of the Tunnel!

This guy’s blood is moving so fast, his blood pressure must be about 10000. We’re choking because we don’t have enough life support now

This is coming down to a battle of attrition.

Pilots’ gonna do it! Moving! Turning! Planning!

Why do the white blood missiles move through things we cannot?

Our super plan? Move, snipe when moved, hyperdrive out super quickly all at once!

BOOM! Last one dead!

We’re out! Big again! Done forever!