<Snipped quote by Nimda>
*Looks at Grandsteel, then back to you*
No.
*The boxes shrink*
How about what you're after?
<Snipped quote by Nimda>
*Looks at Grandsteel, then back to you*
No.
<Snipped quote by Nemeses>
*The boxes shrink*
How about what you're after?
<Snipped quote by Stabby>
What do you mean by that?
<Snipped quote by Nimda>
Business. You know how that works, yeah?
<Snipped quote by Host>
Madelin: I-I never really had something I always wanted to do, though there have been things I've wanted to do for a time. Wh-when I was younger other kids kept dreaming of things they wanted to be or do, however fleeting. B-but I never really dreamed of being or doing anything, even if I was interested in it.
<Snipped quote by Nemeses>
A little more detail would clear up the confusion.
<Snipped quote by Nimda>
No problem. Business. As in, it’s none of yours? That make more sense?
<Snipped quote by Nemeses>
It became my business when you invaded this place. This is your last opportunity to explain yourself before both you and your friend are incentivized to speak.
<Snipped quote by Stabby>
Maybe you're just happy where you are.
<Snipped quote by Nemeses>
It became my business when you invaded this place. This is your last opportunity to explain yourself before both you and your friend are incentivized to speak.
<Snipped quote by Nimda>
What is absolutely the most important thing right now... Is for you to brace yourself. Because Proto is about to be incredibly bloodthirsty.
<Snipped quote by Host>
Madelin: *Is quiet for a moment.*
M-maybe...
I never really thought about it that way, thanks.
<Snipped quote by Nimda>
*Lets out a bloodcurdling wail, as well as an immensely unexpected amount of energy in all directions that shatters everything around. Walls, roofs energy constructs and even is felt directly ripping apart all people around. I make a motion as though I’m going to strike you before rubble obstructs all of our visions from each other*
<Snipped quote by Abominations>
*Preprepares several runes on my body and four made of blood on my hands*
<Snipped quote by Nimda>
*Nothing else happens*
<Snipped quote by Nemeses>
*Holds up a palm*
Clear.
*The rubble disappears*
<Snipped quote by Nimda>
*Looks around at the empty space*
Any updates on your map?
<Snipped quote by Intrepid>
*Points to the right*
Project Scan.
*A new map is generated*
<Snipped quote by Nimda>
*Looks it over*
Hmm. I count three less blips.
<Snipped quote by Intrepid>
*Sighs*
He must have taken them from underground as well.