Title: Carver Brought Ice Cream
Premise: Dead Space. The merciless, frozen wasteland of Tau Volantis. The perfect place for ice cream! At least in John Carver's mind! Crack. Very OOC Carver.
Date Posted: 03/12/13
Isaac and his team were all trudging across the barren iceland, just as they had been for the past hour, trying to find the marker's location.
"Man! I'm freakin' freezing out here!" Norton whined.
"Just suck it up Robbie," Isaac replied, teasing him. "Santos said we're almost there, right?"
"Yes," She replied. "It shouldn't be far now."
"Hope there's some heat over there too," Ellie added.
"Hey!" Carver shouted from the rear. "How about we take a snack break? Who wants ice cream?" He held up a huge tub of mint chocolate chip in his hands.
Everyone else shot him an angry glare.
"What?" He shrugged.
"Did someone say ice cream?" A new voice asked ecstatically.
And suddenly, a small group of stalker necromorphs popped up from the snow and rushed over to Carver, panting like dogs.
"You guys like ice cream?" Carver asked, confused.
"Oh yes! We love it!" One stalker replied.
"Alright, you want it?" Isaac rushed over and grabbed the tub from Carver, and held it in front of the Stalkers' faces to taunt them.
"Well go get it!"
Isaac hurled it off into the distance as far as he could, and the stalkers bolted after it.
"Clarke! What the Hell!" Carver snapped.
"Let's just go before they get back!" Isaac snapped back at him.
Without another word, they all made a break for it.
"Well, I guess there ARE some out there who like ice cream during the winter," Ellie muttered to Isaac, getting a chuckle from him.