TBM stepped out of yet another disgusting burst of smoke, this time he was again dressed as a samurai but now he had traded the appearance of the legendary blind samurai for a regular ole' samurai. His lack of creativity was apparent but hey, not all transformations can be winners. As he moved towards the door he stopped by Arhra Four and watched as she abused the simplest feature of her suit. ... her suit?

"I thought I made that, and it was an illusion, but you still have it... Why, ... why do you still..." It was then TBM saw into the abyss of the rational universe, the swirling vortex of irrationality that drove rational men to insanity and madmen into politicians. The indecipherable and uncomprehensible were apparent and shrouded all at once. As he stared in a vain attempt to comprehend TBM's most basic instincts revealed that he had a simple choice; Continue staring and become a jabbering mental patient, or walk away. It was a mental flight-or-fight scenario.

TBM as he almost always did, chose flight. "Hey Arhra." He waved and said hello as he walked by, there was no reason not be polite. Even if it was to the living damnation of logic and reason. Women... am I right guys?

"Good man," Mauve said, rubbing her hands together. "Just what we need. Please pay no attention to the horribly charred remains of the robot who at one point resembled you, as I had absolutely nothing to do with it's demise."

"Wha..?" Ecurt asked.

"Ahem! NO ATTENTION!" Mauve interrupted. "Moving on!" She waved him aside.

"C'mon. Set framing. We're overdue for a report."

She smoothed her hair with her fingers, trying to look slightly more professional. Then she pulled her wireless mic from out of her pocket and pinned it to her dress at the proper spot.

"Okay. You're MS upper thirds, RoboHobo in the background. Irising up." Ecurt said, slowly adjusting the iris and focus rings.

"Mind the zebra stripes on the flames," Mauve said.

"I know, I know. Audio levels look good. Okay, we're going live in five... four..." He held up three fingers, then two, then pointed at Mauve.


"This is Mauve Mage, reporting live from Doukhobor Labs. Authorities confirm that local entrepreneur Pedro O'Sullivan, CEO of POS Industries and host of the NPF Arena Tournament, has been taken captive by industry rival and former employee Doug Doukhobor in what could only be described as a capitalist's coup de etat. The situation has become more intense with every passing minute: Attempts to reach or contact Doukhobor and rescue Mr. O'Sullivan have been met with heavy resistance in the forms of robotic killing machines of varying sizes and designs, strategically-placed explosives, and biological weapons known as "jams." Behind me you see the smoking remnants of what appears to be a pirated version of the POS RoboHobo, one of the latest attempts to hold back the Nuklear Power Rescue Force. Despite the steady opposition, however, the Forumites continue their battle and show no sign of giving up." She walked towards the Ahrhas' freshly-dug grave.

"This latest skirmish has, however, finally claimed a life. Hawk of Battle, the alleged God of War, has fallen prey to one of Doukhobor's killing machines. In all likelihood, however, he'll be resurrected prior to the start of the next Avatar RP, so while this remains a great tragedy, Forumites aren't overly disheartened. A moment of silence, please." She took off her hat. "Kay, that's enough."

"At present, there has been no contact from Mr. O'Sullivan, and the last message received from Doukhobor, made well over an hour ago, gave no hint as to his current status. More information will be broadcast as soon as we are notified."

She walked back towards the RoboHobo, Ecurt following with the camera.

"The situation seems grim, but the Nuklear Power Forum is far from being defeated. They have as of yet overcome every obstacle thrown in their path and give no impression of slowing down. As rescue forces near Doukhobor's personal office, the clock counts down towards the inevitable final confrontation with the scientist." Her eyes narrowed. "Doug Doukhobor, if you are watching this... We're coming."

She smiled.

"To our other viewers, we'll keep you updated as the situation unfolds. For NPF News, this is Mauve Mage."

Ecurt gestured that he had stopped tape.

"Award-winning journalism, right there," Mauve said proudly. "Let's go."

"GODDAMNIT ARHRA!!" came a scream from behind the robot's remains, and a large blast of fire was seen. I had yet to shift to human, so I was still in slimegirl form.

Previously on Something Without a Title...

"Jada, you've just activated my Cat of Ill Omen's effect!"

"What special effect!?"

"Why, I just get to pick any Trap Card in my deck and place on top of my deck!"

"I activate Simultaneous Loss!"

And the conclusion...

Oh, you're still watching? Too bad, it ended while you were away. Now you don't get to know who won. Sucks to be you.


Back to the former battleground, Wizzle Timeaus analyzed the situation. Hermos was busy doing nothing on the ground from the energy backlash and no one really knew where Critias was. So, with only one reasonable thing to do, he went ahead and did it. The beast-warrior removed the headband and the world suddenly changed. It was sorta as if a tornado of energy surrounded him, but only in an eerie special effect kind of transition.

And with that, regular Wizzle stood where Wizzle Timaeus once did. Everyone applauded at the end of what some called the "Yu-Gi-Oh Horror". Either way, it worked. Also of interest, there seemed to be a slightly singed Plushie Wizardcat running along the wall to avoid the licking wrath of the Pushie Hikari following closely behind. Squealing at his plight, the Plushie Wizzle attempted to find refuge atop the larger Wizzle. Unfortunately for him, he was glomped by the pursuing catgirl in midair. They were cute, the cat mage decided as he watched the struggle now taking place on his left shoulder. They definitely weren't plot devices to be used for later, most certainly not. Probably. Hopefully.

In any case, Wizzle was done using the Newb artifacts. Looking over to find something in the place where Keydog had been, he assumed it was him. After all, things like this were rather common in NPF. "Whatever your current carnation is called, here, catch." The spellcaster tossed both the Gem and the Headband towards the tentacled creature. Turning back to the others, the feline asked, "Are we going to rescue O'Sullivan, yet?" Of course, Wizzle's motivations weren't the whole gung-ho-righteous-save-the-Hazel-Eyes White Capitalist-in-a-dress type of thing. Basically, as a rich and influential person, he'd owe the NPFers who rescued him, right?

"All righty," Rei called out, leaping down from atop the rock and catching the headband in midair, "Let's get moving. Now, lessee here.... Where's the door? Oh, right!"

The android girl tucked the headband away somewhere on the sailor fuku she was wearing and moved toward a large reinforced steel door. Studying the obstacle for a moment, Rei clenched her fist and charged some energy around it before reeling back and striking the middle of the door, followed by second, third, and fourth strikes in strategically placed locations to form a set of handles.

Getting a firm grip, she readied herself before summoning up all her strength and pulling back. The door moved ever so slightly, but didn't give. A second pull followed with a similar result before Rei's eyes flashed red and she leapt back several meters, charging up electromagnetic energy around her before focusing it between her hands.

"DOOM CANNO--Wait," she stopped suddenly, the energy dissipating as she looked over at IC, "Think you can open this thing?"

The Wind Edge went sailing straight at the doors, and got lodged right in the crack of them. "Alright, I'll give it a shot." IC replied, walking up to the door. He gripped the Wind Edge, checking it to make sure he had it lodged in the crack, and not in the door. The gripping the Wind Edge, He slammed a foot into the ground, giving him something better to hold against. Then he pulled the Wind edge much like a crowbar, prying the door open.

As Inbred pried the door open, K36 braced against the wall, watching the door as it opened. Keeping his rifle ready, just in case.

He sighed before commenting on their situation. "You know, I'm pretty sure I've seen this movie before. In a few seconds we're going to get swarmed by zombies." He closed his eyes and listened closesly, hoping that if he was right, he'd get a small indication of it before they all had their brains ripped out and devoured.

Now fully dressed and in human form, I decided to give IC a hand by stabbing my spear into the crack below the Wing Edge, and added my leverage.

Once the door had a good opening, IC grabbed each door from the inside of the opening, and started forcing them open a whole lot more. "Thanks for the help Flare, but I think I got it." IC said, putting a lot of effort into shoving those doors. IC looked down into a hallway. "Looks like I get to go first." IC said once he shoved an opening big enough to walk through. He kicked up the Wind Edge into his hand, and walked down the hallway. Looked like it would lead to an office of some kind or something.

Alt-Pyros walked up to Rei. as Inbred made his way further into the office.

"Miss, may I have a word with you? I seem to be a bit lost, both in life and in dimensions. I am aware that you and the one you work for, possess, if only by some sort of gadgetry, some capability to mess with dimensions. I am in need of some way to pinpoint and travel to my home dimension. I fear my hacking and slashing through dimensions has been causing some effects on other dimensions as I do so."

Pyros showed off his arm, displaying a bruise from where he'd had to bend his arm back into place. "I had tried to leave by my own means earlier, only to find a bit of a muck between dimensions where I cut through, and even had to fight off a slightly psychotic boy in red and blue who could punch through dimensions with his bare hands. Prime something... Regardless I knew I needed some help. So could you please assist me? I'm qualified to hand out exp and gold."