Greg Vs Raid 9-33

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Cutscene: Tinker Toys (After 6.12) Miss Militia coming in to talk to Armsmaster Armsmaster in shorts and a shirt working on a helmet His new armor off to the right Discussing with Dragon on using that myofiber on himself Militia wants to talk to him about “the boy” Arms: I know what you’re going to…

Lag 6.14                                                                  – o – o – o – o – o – o – o –​ Hardkour felt his entire body tense, every muscle under his skin seizing and tightening at once. His breath hitched in his lungs as the urge to breathe in took a step back to simply reacting. At the exact…

(This took me forever to get back in the groove of. The whole arc is plotted out.) Fucking ow. First coherent thought after… “My nam-”  After whatever the hell just happened. Greg’s eyes snapped open underneath a pile of rebar, drywall and what he knew had to be a crushed fridge. Two blinks later, he…

Lag 6.16                                      – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – As the door swung open, Sparky stepped into the stairwell, only to blink and stumble over for a moment. He gasped, head facing the floor, as white filled his vision and the world in front of him swayed,…

Greg hit the ground like a meteor, but way less impressive and way more soaked. Hurled away by Leviathan’s watery explosion, he really had no choice but to go flying. He only wished he had more choice in the landing, though. The pavement didn’t appreciate the faceplant, and he was pretty sure his jaw didn’t…