Chord rolls down the hatch, managing to stand upright at the very bottom.
Well, we took on that Satan guy... sort of, why couldn't we handle whatever security they have here?

...heh, that applies to most things around here, huh?
It also applies to the plushie-looking monkey in a navy uniform piloting said ship, he thinks.

Chord, who's been sitting in Sodoma's garden, near the edge knowing that she may not appreciate his presence too much but still careful not to trample anything, slowly gets up.
Welp. Nowhere else for me to go, is there?
He drags himself aboard the ship.

Actually, Chord decides at the last moment to go up to the Nitron and purchase a Shadow Core as a holdable item.

Chord abstains from shopping, instead simply downing a non-game mechanic E-Tank while catching up with his... acquaintances, I guess. I don't think they're quite friends yet.

Gh. It feels like I've been through a trash compactor eight times, but I'm still going, I guess.
Chord does a double take at who actually is trying to tend to him, his battered face stretching into a weary yet genuine grin.
Heh. I tried to gun you down on sight that one time, and probably would've again if everything was as it should be, and you still care about how I am? Maybe you aren't all that bad after all.

Dord is actually just pummeled into the ground from the attack and his physical form is flattened by the excess force to be perfectly flush with it. But somehow, he lives. And gets back up. And unflattens himself like in the cartoons, looking around in confusion.
He speaks in a horribly distorted voice, as if his voicebox has been through a meat grinder.
Is... Is he gone?

Displaying evidence of rational thought for the first time in his appearance, Dord skips the turn.

Claw him in the face.

LEJAMD continues playing.
So, at that point, the Mets were livid, and an entire army of them led by Centurion Joe went after L. At the same time, Darkrai and Parallel Beta Shadow started arguing about the multiversal implications of Beta Shadow's existence,

buster shot i guess

Here comes the renowned ROM hack Rockman III: Hadal Claw

hadal claw

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OVER-Ф steps up to the teleporter without having requisitioned any additional gear.

Well, you see,

♫ DELTASLAM ~ Lejamd
It all started when the Trio of Creation, composed of Matt Wii Sports, Norvile "Shaggy" Rogers and Robert Rotten created the Multi-Omniverse of the Internet,
He continues rambling on about completely irrelevant factoids regarding the nature of these realms.

@Meddy Unlike an average defibrillator, the devices seem to be wireless and separated from each other, and each has a trigger.

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@BlasT Rummaging through the scrap, you find a Junk Bomb Weapon Chip!

A young woman is tucked away in the far corner of the main floor, surrounded by huge books about history and archaeology illuminated by the natural light of the view outside. The skies are bright and the sea is calm. Her outfit is not exactly up to the dress code. The white T-shirt and red bandanna proudly displaying an ancient sigil are fine, but... swimming trunks? I suppose you could chalk that much up to it being a small town where everyone knows everyone and needless formalities are thus ignored, but she's also wearing bright red Crocs. What the hell. At the same time, a waterproof Hunter-VG with a strange Wizard Adapter and Discord opened sits beside her. Though she's not touching the thing, hell, she isn't even LOOKING at it, the messages type themselves and she responds to an ongoing conversation.