NatronSpore

But we already did. . .

(Well, I've got something for us all to do after this. Crona knows.)

I made the mistake of switching in my Gliscor against your Gengar. It was very close.

The screen flickered, then static filled the screen. It finally resolved into just a simple blackness. Ferro's voice came on again, with less static. "Hey. . . Going through this has been, well. . . Let's just say it was no walk in the park. I mean, ever since I uploaded myself, I never felt human, really. I just want you to know I support whatever decision you guys make. And I want you to get to know me, so let's start with this. Maybe a decade before I was frozen, I had found this game. It was really old, made sometime in the twenty-first century. I loved it immediately. I want to share part of it with you. A song. . . I think it's. . .fitting for what we have all been through. It's a little slow at first, but here goes. . ." After the song had finished playing, Ferro's voice came back. " 'Now we are cosmic friends forever, okay?' Don't bring me back. I'll see you in the morning. . .when you listen to this again." Ferro's voice sounded very tired at the end, and static almost overwhelmed the last bit. The static continued for a bit, then the screen went black.

Neko is right. He'll be back maaybe on Tuesday. The things is, his parents wisened up to some of the iPad's finer points, and they blocked the site. The only way he can get on is with his computer.

Ferro's voice came through the holo-comm's speaker. It was obviously a recorded message, as it sounded tinny and had some static. "You said you wanted to get to know me. Plug this into a screen." The message stopped, and the holo-comm indicated it would need a screen to so time the message.

Alex's holo-comm suddenly beeped. The data packet Ferro had lodged as his last act had a timer in it, to alert Alex after the virus had run its course. It was ready to be opened now. . .

Grantham watched as two of the Alices killed each other. Now was a good time to advance. Grantham began his ground-eating walk toward the fighting, sword and shield at the ready. He felt ready. . . Ready to twist a sword in someone's wound.

(C'mon guys, we can't let an MDS RP die! You've got to finish this!)

I did, just barely. It hinged on one attack from Outrage, and my Volcarona survived with 3% health left. It's too bad the replays aren't working.

Oh wow. Our battle was amazing. He KOed most of my team with Gengar, but Gliscor and Volcarona pulled through. gg, joku!

Ah well.

I would join. Not sure I know enough about it, though.

(Ok. The diamonds were metal, though.)

Huh. Slow day.

(When did you state the things that could touch him? Besides organic material, of course.)

Harth's hearing went first, so he didn't here the last thing the snake girl said. "Eh?" Then his movement went. And his sense of smell, and touch. His vision was last to go, lines blurring. How did that song go again? Oh yeah: Splat! Harth's head exploded.

Drawing in a great breath, Harth said, "I don't need to." The diamonds came together into a sphere of razor sharpness. The tiny snakes hit the metal and cut themselves to shreds. Harth descended, alighted next to the snake girl, and began attacking: first with one large attack, then two half the size, then four, then eight, then keep multiplying by two until you reach two hundred fifty six attacks coming from all directions.

Harth rose higher to avoid the reach of the no-longer-buried-one. He began casting diamonds down at him while shaking his head and tsk-tsking. For no reason, really, just for the lols. Let's bump the insanity up, shall we? Harth decided he would stop breathing for a few seconds.

Ferro put his bow away, and the twins' armor retracted back into their bracers and greaves. "A Sutherrus, in this forest." Ferro remarked. "So close to a populated area. Sutherri generally stay away from areas with high populations, primarily because of the high concentration of Dust in those places. But to have one so close. . . Something big must be going down." Mike shuddered at that, and Dane gave a mighty frown.

Harth lept into the air, summoning his diamonds underneath him again, and flew up high enough so as to be out of the radius of the buried one's power. "Foolish Buried One! Don't you know? If we don't kill you, the world will."

I've decided Grantham's equipment is made of ultra-hard bone. It is organic, so it cannot be liquified by your power.

(That's a whole lot of pretty much.)

All I'm saying is if he chooses to be "defensive" with Grantham, he is going to rob Grantham of his ability to fight. Permanently.

The sword and shield are Grantham's only way of fighting. If your power prevents people from ever harming you and strips them of their ability to fight permanently, then it should not be allowed.