You are now Mark Critch. Shit has already started going down on this space station. As soon as that damn door opened you heard a loud fucking roar. You don't trust this shit, but at the very least your team's newly found Knight might be helpful. By helpful, I of course mean, useful as a distraction for when you need to run.

"Alright, let's go kick some ass!" Duncan yells as he picks up Brandon and throws him through the door leading to where the roar came from.

"Wait," Nathan interrupts "did you just throw your brother through a doorway toward what is most likely death?"

"Yes." Duncan replies coldly.

Holy shit! This guy is cold, you know when not to fuck with someone, for this man, it's 24/7.

"I am ok!" Brandon yells from behind the door.

"Good," Duncan says as he enters the now declared safe room.

As you enter the room behind Duncan you arrive just in time for Brandon to get up, then promptly get thrown into the next room by his brother. This process continues until you all reach about the twentieth room. Once you reached this room Duncan reached to lift Brandon, however Brandon promptly hit his brother in the face and fled. He's dead.

"What the FUCK did you just do to me?" Duncan yelled at his brother.

"No," Brandon exclaims, "you're not tossing me in that room, the monster's in there!"

"Then say so!"

"How would you react if you were about to be thrown into a room with a giant monster?"

"Fine! I'll give you that one."

With the revelation that the target is in the next room Duncan stands tall and walks straight into the room, no delay, no fear, he just walked right in.

You follow him into the room to find yourselves face to face with a Minotaur, that's right a giant, ten foot, fucking Minotaur. The great beast stares down at the five of you intently. It takes perticular intrest in Jon, apparently it finds midgets with glasses especially delicious.

"So, this ugly thing is why we're here?" Duncan asks rhetorically.

"Yeah," Brandon answers, "this would be the reason you threw me through doors."

"Well then, I think we should go ahead and kill it!" Duncan adds.

"You don't honestly think we can just kill that thing with no plan!" You interject.

"Yeah, that thing is pretty tough looking." Jon adds to the argument.

"This sounds like a great plan to me!" Brandon adds, not helping!

"We're already here, what else are we gonna do? Run back to the ship and tell those dank shrews that we chickened out?" Nathan supports the two psychos.

Before the team can argue this further the Minotaur sees his change and takes a large swipe at the team. You all duck to avoid the attack. All of you but Duncan. Duncan jumps, mounts the monster's arm and charges toward its face. He lands a single, bone shattering blow to the monster's bull nose. The Minotaur recoils in pain, bright red liquid falling from his nose. This motherfucker actually just punched a ten foot Minotaur, and made it bleed!

As the monster attempts to regain its balance, Brandon starts firing bursts of lead in its direction, this is your chance! You pull out your controller and enter a code. The team begins to flow with power, their weapons will now work at double the damage output. You quickly enter one more code before the monster can get up, the team gains a speed boost.

As Brandon still lays down fire, the monster seems to really feel the force of each bullet now. The three with melee weapons all rush, and while Nathan and Duncan are making huge strides toward the defeat of the monster...Jon is another story, he should have gotten a better spoon...or a different Specibus.

The monster recovers from his injured state and rises to his full height once again. The effort is in vain though. Duncan forces his fist into its shin, shattering the bone. It falls forward. You all continue to wail on the beast to no avail, this thing doesn't wish to embrace death.

You fight and fight, but it refuses to die. Finally after almost a full 30 minutes of battle, Duncan finally puts a well placed punch in the monster's foot. While it is injured Jon takes his spoon and becomes a whirlwind of fury. He brings the spoon down hard in the creature's head. It falls still. You've killed the beast!

"Good," Duncan says, no sweat, no signs of fatigue.

"I am the man!" Jon yells, "Did you see my amazing finishing attack with my spoon!"

"Damn!" Brandon adds to Jon's cry of victory, "That thing was definitely in a whole other league compared to the imps!"

"Speaking of imps," Nate interrupts, "perhaps now you guys can help me clear them from my house?"

"Sure, you guys go ahead and help him with the imp issue." Duncan says "I'll take care of the government buisness."

With that, you all board the shuttle and return to LOCAF.

END FOF CHAPTER 11

Say, dad. Do you remember my seventh birthday? I know it was long ago, but maybe you remember. I told you that all I wanted was a pony, just like most silly little girls would want...but you...you took it to heart. Hahaha. Mom was so mad when you pulled up a trailer containing an actual horse...and when she couldn't find anyone to take it, you hired some guys to build a stable in the back yard. God, the neighbors were so confused when horse manure started showing up in their yards. I guess, what I'm trying to say is...you were a good dad...so I know you wouldn't have killed them all without any good reason. So if that's the real you...if the one who bought a horse simply to make his little girl happy...was the real you...then why would you murder all those people? I guess I'll know soon enough, goodnight, dad. Cherry, signing off...