"𝔾𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕚𝕩 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤."
The Leader of The Imagined Order has arrived. Ready to cease control and rule Reality Zero with an Iron Fist.
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"Oh yes! Considering those Last Reality Bastards may return. Keep some bigger bombs in hand to blow E.T back where he belongs."
"Also Pure Black stirred."
@ImaginedOrderer
"So those bombs you wanted. Do you want the same power or more? Because if it's the same power I can produce them quicker. But with more power it'll take longer"
She pulled out a clipboard
"Also do you want a coffee?"
He'd do his classic smirk
"That's the Doctor I know."
She'd be lead to a mass industrialised zone. Parts and pieces being transported around with science equipment
"Go made due."
"You got over a little eye scar. All we want is just some information about The Seven."
The guard would start electrocuting him, the other preparing an advanced chair.
While Geno was talking over his speaker, he walked out his office and towards a vault
-Midas looked at the Torture Devices and tools, quickly stepping back, his eyes widened, before watching as his pulse blasters were ripped off his armor- Oh Hell.. You don't have to torture me! Can't we do this some other way? Anything but torture!