...urgh...
* Volcanic laid flat on the floor, slowly blinking as he regained his senses. Everything had happened so fast. One moment, he was defending a now sentient computer program from a malicious murder, and the next? Attacked, pushed aside, and in the vicinity of a massive explosion.
* Volcanic sat up. Too quickly, apparently, as a sudden sharp pain in the back of his head forced him to stop halfway. Slowly and carefully, he brought his hand to touch a still-tender bruise.
Ow...damn it...
* The fresh pain in his head was met by dull aches, a remnant of their previous battle. Volcanic winced as he sat up more properly.
Damn it,
@xghost777, did you
really have to throw me that hard? You really thought I was asleep for that, huh? How about you
don't blow up a bomb next time. And
@hologram, hitting me while I was down...that EXALT isn't gonna pay my medical bill, pal.
* Volcanic started to lay back down, but a sudden thought shot him back up. He could address the pain in a sec.
W-wait. Suswave.
Suswave!
* He frantically turned his head, searching for any sign of his friend.
Where are you? What is...
* His turning slowed.
...what the...?
* Chaos. Sheer chaos. That's all he could see. Not a battle so much as a flood of...shitposts? What was this about a "Support AI"? Didn't they just have this final battle? At least "Road Meat" seemed fine? He thought? He didn't really know.
You know what, I take it back. I don't think I was knocked out
hard enough.
* Volcanic slumped back onto the ground, this time voluntarily.
You folks made this mess. You go clean it up. I don't need to be a part of this.