I suppose the first goal is going to be reuniting with the rest of the Undersiders.
Tag: 8.1p1
The crush of bodies was a tide that Tattletale and I had to push through. There were a thousand or more scared people in our immediate area, surging against and around us.
Quite natural, given the weight these sirens have. People are scared enough in this city when the sirens aren’t blaring.
Even our costumes didn’t give people much pause or reason to give us space. Thoughtless in their panic,
The panic alone is gonna kill people before the Endbringer even arrives.
the crowd was guided only by the barricades of policemen and police cars that had been established at the intersections to guide the masses to the shelters.
Oh, good to see they’re not completely unguided.
Everybody had been informed, in the pamphlets that came in the mail and in schools, about emergency procedures.
I have a feeling that in a world like this, people take emergency procedures a bit more seriously than in ours. Hopefully.
There were multi-level shelters spaced around the city, enough for people to hunker down in for a few hours. They’d all been told that they could bring our larger pets if the animals could be trusted to behave.
“if the animals could be trusted to ignore” seems like a guideline most people would ignore.
Taylor’s narration is mixing “they” and “our”, here, and that’s despite the fact that she doesn’t personally have a larger pet. This could either hold some kind of meaning about Taylor’s view of herself relative to the rest of the people, or be Wildbow changing “we” into “they” and forgetting to make the “our” reflect it.
They could bring only necessary medical supplies and what they could have on their person. People weren’t allowed to use their cars, unless they were in one of the areas on the periphery of town.
Last thing you want is a traffic jam or panicked flattening of equally panicked pedestrians.
Too easy for there to be an accident in the panic and hurry, leaving everyone else stuck in a traffic jam when disaster arrived.
Exactly. Don’t panic and drive, folks.
Extermination 8.1
Alrighty, then! It’s time to liveblarg some Blergenblurgers! Uh. Worm. That’s what it’s called.
What I don’t know yet is what this Arc is called. Swarm, maybe? No, I was looking for insect related words that could also have something to do with the Endbringer threat, and while there’s a lot the Endbringer could be, it’s very much not a swarm. We know they come one at a time.
(Hell, maybe there only is one, and its powers/form are in flux? Unlikely, but I’m not about to discount it.)
Locust? Known for widespread and rapid damage to crops, but upon further research, that’s because they start breeding a lot and form swarms, so that’s in the same vein as Swarm.
Hm… The title might not be based on the threat, either, but rather something like the conflict between Taylor and the other Undersiders and how it’s resolved. I don’t know. Let’s take a look.
Extermination 8.1
Well, then. That’s quite ominous. I definitely feel even more justified than before in predicting lots of death and destruction in this Arc.
In hindsight, honestly, the title should’ve been fairly obvious. What comes around to bring an end to bugs? Why, an exterminator. (A profession that is traditionally reserved for former killer robots from the future.)
Let’s hope the title doesn’t also reflect how the conflict with the Undersiders is resolved, and move on to chapter predictions.
So, when last we left Taylor, she had agreed to fight the Endbringer along with the Undersiders. I guess this chapter might start out on the way… somewhere? The Protectorate was going to set up a meeting point for people who were going to fight the Endbringer, but does that include the villains?
This chapter is likely to be where we finally learn what an Endbringer actually is. Maybe also which Endbringer we’re up against. We only know the Simurgh by name so far – hopefully it’s not that one, since a second one will give me more to base my theories on.
Without further ado… let’s begin the apocalypse of Brockton Bay. A Brockton Baypocalypse, if you will.
What’s that? You… won’t?
Fine…
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