How Obsidian views Xenomorphs and Huggers: The air is dank and several plant-like pods litter the floor, my scanners reveal there are living organisms in them and as I peer into one (stupid right? Why would anyone in their right mind do that?) a flailing thingy grabs hold of my helmet and begins.....humping. There's a lengthy phallic appendage repeatedly banging against the Infinitium plate that covers my face which it is NEVER gonna get through and after a couple seconds of this I begin to feel...somehow...violated. I mean to imagine what it was gonna do had I not had my helmet on...It was gonna force it's THINGY down my throat? I don't roll like that and my 300 plus years of life the thought has NEVER crossed my mind....this little guy is just Rapey as all get out...of course you know this will probably call for some anti-matter...none of these little rapey guys are leaving here alive...I wonder where the chicken is that laid these eggs...gotta be one big ass chicken