“I was in this RP run by this guy called Mctoran, on… the message boards, there was an antagonist called The Gamemaster, you look… like him!” Mistika pants
A scream was heard from nearby as a man in what looked like a Sensei Wu-esque getup shattered into dead code at Zablex’s hands. “Forgot about you, but your data is appreciated.” He growled, an odd distortions to his voice as he took a small pouch-like box and placed it under the Xalnergy sample he had taken.
He looks at Mistika, “So, you Users have Anti-Virus Programs inside you; typical of the software, it makes others do the work it’s too afraid to do.” He growled.
He had written notes on his findings from his experiments on Mistika.