The water flowing down the outside of your window is almost solid. Every minute or so, everything is lit up electric blue as lightning pulses on the grey horizon. You realise this is probably the only time you have been truly scared for your life. Army Dude feels the same: you can see it in his eyes.
From the cockpit comes a panicky shout: "We should never have even set out! HabGen always gets their way!" The pilot is so furious, you can see the specks of spit flying out of his mouth. "Anyway, the landing is coming up - I'd say about five minutes! That's if we even make it in this storm…!" Wow. Even the pilot can't contain his fear. Not good, not good at all. It's a real struggle to keep your bottom on the seat as the storm tries to knock the helicopter out of the sky. Your terror and the tropical climate combine to create rivers of sweat that pour off your nose and put a wet stain on your trousers - at least no one is here to see that.
Suddenly, there's an almighty crash, and you scream as the door next to Army Dude flies off its hinges and crashes into the waves below. Through the torrential rain, you can just about make out the grey outline of Hablar. It's actually pretty close, but this doesn't comfort you as you think about the giant waves between you and the beach. And that's without mentioning the sharks…
Then, the helicopter takes a serious dive and you and Army Dude are thrown from your seats. Army Dude flies, shrieking like a choir girl, out of the broken door and into the seething water below. You, being the crazily acrobatic and resourceful Habbo you are, manage to grab hold of a seat belt as you're thrown around the cabin like a rag doll. You can't even hear what the pilot is trying to scream at you, but he's most definitely not in control of the helicopter, so you decide to scream as well. Why not - you're about to die a pretty horrible death so you might as well go out screaming!
In all the confusion and noise, looking out of the front window, you swear you can see a massive, dark shadow beneath the waves. Maybe a reef? A shipwreck? It almost looks like it's moving… whatever. Time to die, you guess! As the beach gets closer and closer, you stop screaming and close your eyes. Whatever happens, just please, please let there be bacon and eggs in Habbo Heaven…
So, you made it anyway. Probably can't say the same for Army Dude or the pilot. The beach you landed on is long, white-sanded and really… empty. There is a propeller from the helicopter lying a short way up the beach, and loads of little bits and pieces of the wreckage a bit further along are still on fire, even though it's raining so hard you might as well be underwater back in the ocean surrounding Hablar. As the rain starts to stop, you look up at the landscape that stands between you and HabGen's research station. Maaaaaan! That is some serious, serious walking, along with some rather serious obstacles thrown in for good measure. And you realise that's not even scratching the surface as you spot some suspicious tracks that can only belong to one thing… a DINOSAUR. That's not just any dinosaur either - those are Raptor tracks. Unless someone is playing a seriously cruel joke, you know you are most likely doomed.
Habbo Staff
-p2, Waltz, and Kitchen-
