Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160601204413/@comment-5543592-20160606221002

The Boss scream aloud now (although the roar of the core and of the telsa coils made it impossible to hear, even to himself)  as he felt his skin turn to puddy and the jelly of his eyes boil, but the radiation being funneled directly into him regenerated his ghoulish cells immediately. He began to pry the core loose, and it rose slowly, hissing as it was removed from it's tube.

The meltdown came anyway. The radiation of the whole system overloaded, gamma rays of all magnitudes pooring out into the world, threatening a secondary nuclear apoclaypse for this little patch of New York, enough energy to turn the rest of the group--Rock, Tanner, Pan Eva, all of them--into little more than protein shadows. Probably turned half the park into rubble.

The Boss drew in more the strange psychic power, more than he ever would've dared though he should hold when he had first jumped down from that bridge, and used it to direct that insane amount of radioactive energy directly to himself, as the core was pulled free. The machinery around him warped, the telsa coils collapsing, and rubble began to fall in. The whole room was coming down around the ghoul, and the group by extension.