[Schmidty]

After two days of hard work, the base is starting to look a little bit better, and you all go to bed feeling slightly more at ease.

The next morning, you are all seated in the kitchen eating breakfast when you suddenly hear someone yelling from the direction of the kennel. You all quickly run there and find an appalling sight: the malmute that you had just rescued a few days ago, is transforming into an immense abomination with flailing tentacles which bristles with dozens of razorsharp teeth, a hairless back with large spikes sprouting out of it and glistening muccus dripping from every spot on it's body. Schmidty, the dog handler, is standing in front of the cage yelling unintelligably.

Most of you simply stand in stunned silence; however, Kenny sprints to the shed and grabs the shotgun that it contains. He runs up to the cage and points the gun at the monster that had once been the malmute. Schmidty screams "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!" and launches his body at Kenny, bringing him violently to the ground. A struggle ensues, and in the chaos, Schmidty grabs the gun from the hands of Kenny. A few of you rush toward him, but it's too late: Schmidty aims the gun right between Kenny's eyes and pulls the trigger. Kenny's head disappears in an explosion of blood, bone, and brain matter. Someone screams, "Oh my God, they've killed Kenny!!!!" The closest people to Schmidty jump on him and begin wailing on him in a desperate attempt to wrest the gun from his hands. Suddenly, with an exceptional show of strength, Schmidty hurls everyone off of him and rises from the ground, but not before one of you grabs the gun. Then, Schmidty's mouth opens to grotesque proportions. A huge, tongue-like tentacle covered with razor-sharp fangs springs out. Before the "tongue" can do any damage to anyone, the shotgun blows a hole through the back of Schmidty's head.

As Schmidty falls to the ground, you all breathe a sigh of relief. But you realize that the relief was premature: spider-like legs shoot from his stomach and huge mandibles burst from his ass. He flips over and charges. One of you, Jesus, yells "GET OUT OF THE WAY!!!" He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a small glass flask and throws it at the feet of the thing that used to be Schmidty. The flask breaks and douses Schmidty with what is likely some type of booze, and he turns toward Jesus. With a shaking hand, Jesus reaches into the same pocket that contained the flask, and removes a Zippo lighter. He flicks the lighter and throws it at the Thing just as it smashes into his body. Both of their bodies erupt in a torrent of flames as you all watch. the Thing screams and writhes as it shrivels. Jesus tries to crawl away, but it's too late. One of you grabs a fire extinguisher and puts out the blazing corpses.

Beathing heavily with fear and adreniline, you notice that the abominable malamute that is within the cage is growing larger. One of you runs to the workbench next to the shed, and grabs a blowtorch. "I need something else that's flammable!!!! Come on, you lushes!!!!!!" 7 of you sheepishly pull flasks out of your pockets, and offer them up. The malamute is covered with liquor and then set on fire with the blowtorch.

You all check the rest of the area, and then jog toward the main portion of the complex. You slam the entrance, and seal it off.

Breathing heavily within your "sanctuary", you all realize with horror that these monsters can take on the form of any of you. You are all exhausted, but too scared to sleep. You fall into nervous silence.

After a few minutes of rest and paranoia, you start discussing your situation. It's obvious that you need to figure out a way to make sure that none of you are one of Them. It's also clear that they hate fire and excessive heat, so that gives you a good place to start.

After a very long, very heated discussion, it's decided that you will perform a test on a person that you all agree upon, until everyone is absolved or condemned. The test will be performed by taking a blood sample and putting a heated wire into it. The theory is that if any part of a Thing is "attacked", it will be forced to reveal itself.

Even though this half-hearted plan is decided upon, the paranoia and suspicion is thick in the air, and it's apparant that very little sleep will be had in the near future..........