DeviousMe

Erm...not really sure what this thread is doing here. AFAIK, our devs aren't involved in Eden's project beyond granting them license to make it. You'd probably have a better shot at grabbing some info if you contacted Eden instead.

Baalial's ethereal flames dispelled from one moment to another, snapping off as if someone had just snuffed a candle, and his serpentine pupils shrunk in shock.

He knew such a feeling. He knew the torment of such a trap. Though powerful, Baalial was still a demon, a creation of humanity's beliefs made manifest, and as such he being had to obey all the rules and regulations that came with such an existence - even those that could contain him for millennia on end, entrapping him in limbo without even a form to grasp.

"I'd think he is." the dragon commented, tapping the demon's shoulder to snap him out of un-fond memories, "As am I. I suppose I owe you an explanation then. It's really quite simple: I am Hotaka. That facsimile over there is just a stand-in to mess with people's heads..."

Giving the quartet the all clear as he jotted down a few notes on a freshly acquired clipboard from the guardhouse, the Longbow soldier smirked to Cory, "Oh, him? Yeah, he tore out of here earlier already, so don't worry. He won't run into any trouble...from us, anyway. Can't guarantee for those Vanguard guys. They still give me the creeps."

Ushering the new arrivals on, the Longbow man returned to his post never knowing anything was amiss. As far as he knew, Ghost, Scarab, HK, and Hammerhead were all fully registered heroes.

Security Chief Kemen, however, couldn't help but conclude that there were quite a few things amiss here. Luckily, it had nothing to do with the four, but stemmed from the simple fact that whenever Malta involved itself in something, there always was.

The massive rotating rings of the portal generator giving a sudden crash of static may have qualified. For a moment or two, everyone next to the machine instinctively covered their ears and ducked low, only then realizing the device wasn't tipping over or the like.

"Sir, we're green again!" a technician yelled over the gate's noise from the monitor console in surprise, catching a shocked look from just about all personnel about, even Unai Kemen, "Gate's stable, no anomalies...and the computer's diagnostic's done too! We've got full control again!"

Scratching his head at the unexpected change of pace, the Security Chief of course wasn't looking at the patch of ground in the focus of Ryat66's vision, which for about s second coalesced into a human hand that gestured thumbs up before collapsing into nothing but dirt again.

Indeed, since the only concrete change he knew of was the arrival of the sniper rifle into close proximity of the gateway, the Security Chief drew the first logical conclusion available to him - that thing had to be the responsible factor. He didn't waste any time ordering it investigated, then followed up by contacting the Vanguard expedition and informing them the portal functioned properly once more. In addition, anyone else who needed to know of the portal's status would of course be brought up to date as well.

Meanwhile, the technician Matt had tossed the rifle to quickly got to work. He snatched one of the open laptops about for his purposes. However, upon searching for the USB jack on the weapon's scope, he discovered that upon looking into the lens, a playback function made itself available via an eye movement reader incorporated in the sight. Rather than compromise the company's hardware, of course, the technician accessed the audio clip directly. It wasn't hard to find, being the only one on file. Apparently, the scope's memory had been cleared beforehand.

"Glad ta see yalls made it." a male voice filled with a thick Texan accent came across, "Ya know, there wa'n't no need ta clear all this here."

"Just being careful." a second voice replied, sounding like it belonged to a somewhat younger man, "Can't risk any of this getting out, you understand."

"Gotcha, gotcha. So'n, yalls ready to roll out?"

"Affirmative. The Everpeace Operatives are in place and awaiting your signal. Once you give the go, they'll move to their objectives immediately. You shouldn't have any trouble at all."

"Mighty fine. I'll head o'er right quick then."

"Wait...you want to go personally?"

"Well shux, son, aint' much point in me a-hollerin' from here if sometin' goes wrong. I ain't expectin' them alien scum ta co-operate at all much. Gonna be a fight."

"But...what about the Vanguard task force? If they find out you're involved..."

"Don'tcha worry 'bout 'ems." chuckled the second voice in a dastardly manner, "They get'n the way, I'll take care o' those varmints. Everpeace's been planned the tar outta. All we gotta do now is..."

At this point, the voice degraded into a crude warble from one moment to another, assuming the form of incomprehensible blather for about a second or two.

"...see you're aiming in the vicinity of a vehicle that a friend of mine informed me of." a third voice entered the frame. Though dull and low, it was clearly Cory's, "Do you mind telling me what makes it so important?"

Then the playback degraded again, the laser beam interrupted by Simmons having coated the barrel in ice, savagely corrupting the beam and rendering it unable to pick up anything else. Even the TacOps Commander having so skillfully reoriented the rifle afterwards didn't add anything more to the conversation. That snippet of information was the only useful thing left on here, this was sure...

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The Lady Grey's eyes widened ever so slightly as she beheld Acid, and it almost appeared she didn't quite believe what she saw at this point. For a moment at the very least, she seemed to have been rendered speechless.

"Ah, Lady Grey." the reptilian greeted her with a toothy smirk before the moment of silence became truly noticeable (though extra-keen senses would still have taken note), "Forward scout Acid Zero reporting in."

"The area's all clear..." he told her with a satisfied tone, though it became somewhat more melancholy as his gaze passed over the empty shell of armor at his feet, "though I'm afraid not quite in the way we'd like."

"We see." the Lady Grey retorted with a firm nod, this time no hesitating one bit, "Nemesis managed to arrive here before us. Preliminary conclusions suggest he had prior knowledge of our arrival. Any thoughts?"

"Too many to count." Acid shrugged helplessly, "Doesn't matter how many viewpoints you've got when you don't know which one you should be looking at stuff from. In short, I haven't got a clue. All I know for sure is that everything's happening a lot faster than we initially expected."

"We agree." the head of Vanguard motioned for the group to follow her back to the main chamber, something Acid quickly took her up on, the woman continuing the conversation as they walked, "Getting to the planet is currently our highest priority. We have already dispatched teams to search for other portal generators, but thus far, results returned to Us have been disheartening."

"Nemesis tore up the place pretty bad, huh?"

"Correct. And personally, We are loathe to call for help in our current disposition, as the gateway we arrived through has malfunctioned. It is not permitting return travel to our world. Would you know anything about this?"

That last question had been asked with just a bit more fervor than usual, the reptilian only giving a silent shrug in response. The Lady Grey seemed intent on further inquiry, but just at that moment came a transmission from Unai Kemen that rendered the questionnaire utterly moot - at least for the moment.

In addition, the Rikti Psi-Scout came barreling from the main chamber just before the group had returned there, nearly bulldozing the Lady Grey into the ground. Lk'Onik seemed to be in a state of panic, his translator spitting out nothing but incomprehensible syllables. Even the small mental network he'd formed with the other three couldn't get any concrete information on just what had set him off. Whatever it had been, however, it had to be big...

The Sword Colonel had just enough time to utter a colorful expression before her face hit the dirt, the force of the bullets she'd been straining against suddenly gone. Needless to say, she was quite thankful for the sealed helmet at this point.

This also caused most of the unguided rockets to rush straight over her and into Klaus' ice wall, but that wasn't really of consequence any way one chose to twist the situation. The small-caliber munitions just didn't have enough punch to breach impervium, and considering the Colonel already lay in the ground at this point, the impacts on her back certainly weren't going to make her move anywhere except a few centimeters further down.

Her profuse swearing drowned in the renewed chatter of gunfire, but it would've taken a blind man to not see just how ticked the woman really was as she wrenched herself up on all fours, slowly but surely regaining her footing in the bullet storm, dragging her rifle along with her right hand as she crawled forward.

This wasn't going according to plan. Apparently, the Council soldiers weren't quite desperate enough yet. Whatever the reason, this fight had to stop quickly, and not just one way or another - there was considerable doubt the members of the task force could be convinced it would be a better idea to just turn around. No, they wouldn't accept anything but victory here, this was almost certain.

However, just who did the defeating around here wouldn't be so important as long as they won. And this lead to a very neat idea.

The Sword Colonel let the force of the bullet wall push her back a bit, then dug her heels in and brought her rifle to a sufficient angle to obtain a high trajectory. Juicing the output to affect stronger minds than usual with a tweak, she quickly lobbed a psi-bomb right into the middle of a large group of Council, the unleashed mental energies shredding at all opposing minds in a large area of effect.

Almost immediately, solider turned on soldier all about the affected zone, smashing rifle and pistol butts into one another's heads or going at it with bare fists as a massive wave of confusion ensued. Some of the weaker minds had been stunned outright, but most of them just had no idea who the enemy was anymore, attacking anything and everything in sight.

Sadly, the robots in that area of course stood unaffected, but they quickly got some problems of their own as the soldiers about them proceeded to take them apart in respectably violent fashions.

The effect would last for about a minute or so, but considering the soldiers had been so tightly clustered, this still meant more than half of the room had been temporarily removed from any coherent fighting - partly by the mental bomb, partly because no one in his right mind would keep shooting at someone else when his neighbor suddenly tried to beat the tar out of him...

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The Watcher couldn't help but smirk as he saw the 'empty' cell. An invisible Brighid Moreira? How amusing. So that's why the Council didn't even know she was here. They were nothing but abused pawns duped into serving a plot most trite.

Still, the members of the task force doubtlessly had at least a few means of observing the unseen. Once someone got down here, they'd be sure to make use of one. Still, that left the matter of actually getting them here.

Nope, no go on any of those ideas. It looked like the Watcher would have to lead them down personally...

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"How droll," General Schwarzherz remarked tiredly, wiggling the fingers of a hand about in a bored fashion, "another 'Lord'. Not to be picky, but whatever happened to all the Masters, Counts, Emperors, Overlords, and all some such? Is this generation really so monotonous? You can't tell me I'm that old already."

"And as a matter of fact, I do mind you asking." the dark officer went on, going right back to the point, "My clients have requested utmost confidentility, so unless you've business with them, I'm afraid I must remain silent on this matter. Do pardon my rudeness, but I can't be expected to uphold gallantry all the time if I wish to reach my goal."

The men in Council uniforms gave their agreement in the form of a nod here and there, and unless Darkvapor had the capability of seeing around the next few corners, there wasn't much of a chance his scans would reveal the first obstacle in their way - well, aside from a few more heavy blast doors before that; make that the first lethal obstacle - which just happened to be an array of radar-guided rocket launchers...

The Longbow soldier manning the guardhouse was quite surprised to see these four so casual considering the blaring sirens that howled all across Portal Court. That certainly didn't match the behavior of the average superhero.

And considering the IDs presented had been stamped 'Vanguard' made them only all the more suspicious to a Longbow man. Even after the renegade fiasco had been cleared up, a good portion still carried on the silent feud between the Red and the Black.

Still, procedure was procedure. He'd have to let them in. But he could still run them through the Freedom Corps database first.

"In a moment." he therefore told them, motioning them over and out of the shadows into an area illuminated by floodlights. As he handed them back their IDs, he explained, "We just need to verify your security standing. Should only take a moment. Please step over here so the camera can see you better."

The indicated surveillance camera mounted on the fence stopped its sweep for a moment, inspecting the four. What did they look like...?

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"Quite." Acid answered Grey with an accepting nod, "Frankly, I'm surprised it didn't ring a bell or two. Oh no, we've not met in person. But if I recall correctly, some of your associates ran into my tactical coordinator and Allen's sword a while back...either that or my horrid memory's just playing tricks on me again. Now, where is the Lady Grey then?"

"We are present." came the voice of Vanguard's head from down the corridor. It seemed that she had finally returned to her old self once more, the constant strain of past happenings lifted and thus no longer a constant detraction, the Lady Grey expressing herself in the plural again. Stepping to the group at a moderate pace, she bade the ones blocking Acid from her view, "Well, do please let Us see what you have found here..."

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Accepting the glasses with a quick nod of thanks, the Security Chief flipped up his visor and brought the eyewear over his sight.

"Um..." he remarked after a moment, raising a finger, "You guys sure there's something there?"

Personally, Kemen was starting to doubt it. Of course, he had no idea the angstromite cloud had literally gone underground - and whether or not Sheldon's glasses could see under the earth, the Security Chief certainly didn't have the presence of mind to ask him so.

The Longbow soldiers about looked upon the spot with questioning eyes now too. Still, they kept their weapons sweeping to and fro, just in case.

The small assembly of tiny machines, of course, didn't much care. All they were out for was getting to the monitor terminal attached to that large portal over there. If in air or under the dirt, a path was a path, and hence didn't really matter...

((Diov already caught it. Wall of bullets + rockets = well, not what was described. ))

((Pssst - that doesn't work. ))

((Okay, okay! Geez people, quit poking me! ))

"Comme ci, comme ca." General Schwarzherz replied with a gesture of balancing scales with his hands, "Yes, no, and an inkling, but nothing concrete. Now then, who might you be?"

"He's an elite VC, Sir." came a slow, heavy-handed tone with a thick down-yonder accent from the Commando currently sauntering into the corridor from deeper in the building. Rifle clasped lazily to his back, Sergeant Buckman's calm demeanor hung a mask upon his true nature.

Schwarzherz responded with a sigh of exasperation, placing a hand into the gap of his hood to assumedly massage his temples from the sheer lunacy thrown his way, "Dare I ask just how you came to that conclusion?"

"That's an easy one, Sir." Buckman gave a nod, extending an inverted hand toward Darkvapor, "Any goop that runs is a VC. Any goop that doesn't run is a well-disciplined VC..."

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Had the Watcher been in a position to do so right now, he would've gladly rammed his head into the nearest solid object a few times. This 'task force' sported about all the coordination of a gaggle of dune runners!

Then again, Dr. Dark wasn't exactly helping much. Two 'Brighid Moreiras'? Great. As if there hadn't been enough confusion running rampant already.

Okay, okay...this was not a problem. All this situation required was a little bit of tweaking and the nudging of people in the right direction. First, however, the Watcher would need to scope out the 'locations' of the city rep.

So that's precisely what he did. He took a look at the location placed fifty meters below the intersection where the team had encountered Karl, and then a peek at the one placed inside the Council base's cells. Technically, however, he wasn't looking for Moreira - more just taking a view of the general area out of interest. After all, there had to be a reason for two signals to be planted, right...?

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"Allow me." the Sword Colonel gave a nod to Martin as she finally caught up with the group, "My brother may be the real tankmage, but I'm not bad at it either."

"This suit can take it." she stated with a fist to her chest plate, then stepped into the hail of gunfire, the force of all these sudden impacts almost splaying the Colonel onto her back in under a second as the cacophony of ricocheting shells blared through the narrow cavern.

With a grunt, she leaned forward and dug her heels into the hardened dirt and rock, charting a somewhat meandering course one step at a time. The scene resembled someone forcing her way through the pressure stream of a fire hose - except with more noise, of course. It was just lucky the Council goons seemed to prefer small arms fire.

"Hey." she gave a curt nod to Klaus as she passed the man one step at a time, "How ya doin'? Once I...get in there...freeze the ceiling...okay?"

The idea had a very specific point to it. Hopefully, the scientist would realize which, as the Colonel's slow progress didn't much allow for conversation.

It took her almost thirty seconds to stomp her way through the entryway, but once she was through, all hell broke loose. More than likely, the Council soldiers would come with heavier weapons upon seeing her - let's face it, with a 'wall of bullets' blocking their view, there wasn't any way they could have laid eyes on the Sword operative before she entered the room - so now it all rode on someone from the task force getting the lead out before a Council goon got smart and pulled a grenade...

"Whoa there, buddy." Acid gave a sly smirk with closed eyes as he raised the open palms of his clawed hands for a moment, "Wasn't trying to start anything. Though I do have to wonder why you're getting so defensive all of a sudden."

"And I would dearly appreciate if you'd address me by name." the Khelari told Grey with a sideways glance, "It may be fictive, but I've very much grown to like it. Also, I'm afraid my ancestors had very little in common with Terra's dinosaurs."

He didn't give answer to Jake, but even in his silence, the reptilian told the young mastermind more than enough - or more accurately, his profile did. Arachnos didn't seem to have much on the guy, and what they did hung spotty at best.

According to the files, they'd initially encountered Acid in the first big Ziggursky prison break Lord Recluse had orchestrated. Oddly enough, the prison's records refuted he was even an inmate, not to mention that he even existed. Of course, that hadn't been known at the time. He'd been just one of many on the Flyers that day and so no one had paid much attention when yet another robotics mastermind with a few force fields popped up every now and then in the Rogue Isles, causing some manner of havoc or running an errand for Arachnos sometime.

Strangely, when they did want something from him - and he wasn't currently involved in something for Arachnos already - he could be impossible to track down, let alone get word to. The guy was a veritable ghost: sometime here, sometime yonder, but generally just not there.

Still, Arachnos stood well accustomed to dealing with strange folk, and Acid had been treated no different – that was, until he shot down Scirocco. That caught Recluse's eye, and it wasn't long before the head of Arachnos bid him to knock down the pride of the Freedom Phalanx a few notches. Supposedly "owing that big lug a punch anyway" - thought to be a reference to Statesman dislocating his jaw during a raid of one of Paragon's banks - Acid accepted and indeed succeeded. Recluse had been overjoyed.

Well, that joy lasted all but until he thought of trying the reptilian on for size for Operation Destiny. That had ended with the man receiving his own head. Not one to be intimidated, Recluse had then...

Wait a minute - further access restricted? The records were locking Jake out of this section? Top-level clearance required...what was that all about?

The trailing paragraphs listed only the usual, burbling forth a compilation of current activities observed by the eyes of Arachnos. Nowadays Acid wasn't seen around the Isles much, having apparently joined the Vanguard in their exploits against the Rikti. When he was around, he seemed to enjoy picking on the Malta group and sending their paranoia meters through the roof - and every now and then, he'd rob the exact same amount of money from a bank on Peregrine Island; usually right after Portal Corporation had deposited that very same amount in said bank.

It was never much, but it had raised a few eyebrows. Too bad no one on either side of the fence seemed capable of actually stopping the guy and asking a few questions. Heroes sent to strike generally had the tables turned on them, finding themselves in the tight squeeze of detention fields, and villains quickly found he'd assumed his old hangouts again: sometimes here, sometimes yonder, but generally just not there.

In summation, the Arachnos records described something of a part-time villain, and with a great many pieces of the puzzle missing. There was a good chance they sat locked up in that secured section, but of course this couldn't be said for certain.

On the topic of such matters of speech, Acid said nothing to Ineffable's nonsense, choosing to ignore the ill-informed drivel.

"In any case, now that I know it's just Vanguard arriving early," he continued, passing a glance over what looked to be a high-tech watch on his left wrist, "it looks like there's nothing more to gain from here. If I'm to believe my ship - and it's got a pretty good nose - we're now the only ones here. We'd best be heading down to the planet before Nemmy has time to do something really nasty. You guys came from...back there, right...?"

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"Guess we had a misunderstanding then." Unai Kemen admitted when Sheldon clarified the earlier commentary. He seemed to have intent to add something to this, but the sudden electrical strike by the Ryat unit caught him off-guard, causing him to whirl about toward the android's target, several Longbow soldiers already raising their weapons towards the location.

Alarms blared into the night, and a duo of spotlights immediately focused in on the cage of electrons, the light cones cutting through the dark of night in an attempt to determine what had been caught inside.

Apparently, however, it was air. None of the security personnel had perceived the tiny black cloud in the dark of night, and with nothing to see right now, were left figuratively scratching their heads.

An invisible intruder should have at least showed up somehow by now, and combined with Ryat66 not getting any response to his remark, this left quite the baffled defense force.

"Either of you wanna tell me what just happened?" security Chief Kemen requested of Wallace and the mechanoid, eyes still fixed on the spot encased in circling electricity. Whatever the luminescent electron arcs had attempted to catch had disappeared into thin air.

Or more precisely, thick ground.

If their means of sensing their surroundings were sufficiently equipped to in some way discern things roughly the size of an angstrom, Wallace and/or Ryat66 may very well have identified the intruder - a cloud of perhaps a few hundred truly nanoscopic machines, which had chosen to make its way out of the electric cage right through the bottom and into solid dirt.

Like a submarine, the assembly of tiny mechanoids had initiated a dive, quite literally going underground. Having an apparent preference to air, it stood to reason that the cloud couldn't move through loose solids quite as quickly as it could in gases, but was certainly capable of using the former as a viable medium...

Baalial performed the equivalent of quizzically raising an eyebrow while the dragon's eyes narrowed somewhat as well.

"Block, are you feeling alright?" the creature questioned, stepping closer to the droid, "Not to be called ungrateful, but why don't you remember me? Your link to Toy's central memory should've...wait a minute. You guys have been talking to each other for some time now. Whatever happened to the instantaneous communication?"

"Yeah, you have." Baalial now grew suspicious as well, a kindling of felfire streaming up his body. From his thoughts, Block Bot quickie discerned the demon believed him to be some sort of imposter, "Mind spilling what's up with that...?"

((*pokes Khell again* ))

"And I suppose Einstein and Newton forged ahead with complete disregard for the consequences of their research as well, hm?" the Security Chief huffed a reply, "Everything's got two sides to it, and can be used for both good and evil. Once you've learned something, you simply can't unlearn it. How the hell was he supposed to know what Nemesis would do with his research?"

A few agreeing nods came along with growls from technicians about, but overall the scientific personnel returned to their stations. As the argument proceeded, however, something new entered the scene.

It prevailed barely noticeable, just a fine mist of black that snaked its way carefully toward the large portal's support facilities. No larger than a human hand, it was difficult to spot by eye, but the very minute energy emissions from the small cloud may have given it away to those that could detect such matters...

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"Actually, no." Acid retorted to Grey's conclusion, "Even theta radiation wouldn't dissolve something this completely, and Nemesis doesn't even have the capability for that yet, let alone an actual disintegrator. And I think you misunderstood..."

The Khelari laid the armorsuit upon the floor again, tracing a clawed finger about the hole in the chest plating as Binro arrived, greeting the tanker with a short hand gesture, "This here's the entry site. I know it doesn't look like it, but from all I can tell, it's been doctored. Expertly, but still just doctored. Either a shell or a fist or something-or-other came in through there and obliterated the guy inside into basically nothing."

Then Ineffable appeared, and Acid visibly twitched, his long tail curling to and fro just above the floor. With a toothy smirk, he remarked, "Well, that certainly explains a lot. You're the guy who knows squat about being stealthy, huh? Oh, and don't worry about that there - or the others. I saw to it that they couldn’t detonate. Also can't move my ship for another thirty minutes, but I'd say it's worth it."

Next Toy and entourage had completed their commentary, causing the reptilian to chuckle somewhat, "I like to think he's copying me. In any case, I guess I've got a little confession there. Your 'culprit' was me. See, you're early, and when I first heard something coming at me, I thought the Rikti had sent backup. I was pretty sure they'd shoot first and ask questions later, so I bailed whenever I noticed something get close to me. I didn't think yalls had gotten here already until this closet here opened. I was expecting a gaggle of really ticked Rikti when that happened."

"By the way," Acid wanted to know, looking over the group as he laxly indicated Ineffable, "Your friend here got an alibi...?"

Hm, point. The guys with knives might not be scary enough to make them run right away. Everything that I'm talking about was enough to illicit an immediate panic response, so I guess my data might be kind of skewed there.

Oh, I know this one - they'd all run away and keep trying to convince themselves it's a dream.

And yes, I'm being serious. That's pretty much the normal human reaction, at least as far as I've noticed.

No, I was being sarcastic.

And yes, it would certainly seem so. I think Kerat said something once about humans getting angry at everything they don't understand, but he put it in a much funnier way than that. I'll have to ask him sometime.

Which of course makes it perfectly fine. Yeah, of course.

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So stating a perception followed by description of that perception followed by denial of said perception ending with a condescending comment of disbelief towards reactions from others directed at aformentioned perception makes you a [butt]hole?

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Very much so. And if you truly believe you 'only did' what you just wrote there, you Sir have a very insulting way of expressing your opinions.

I am not convinced of this. It sounded a lot more like he was just poking fun at it with his, 'Oh, I'm insane. See me ramble retardedly because I'm insane. Oh, there I go again, ignore me.'

Dunno about you, but I for one take offense to that. Insanity does not equal retardation.

Nore invasions please.

Oh yeah, that's real funny.

Well for one thing, I happen to be legally insane. And yes, I am quite serious.

Wow...

Just...wow...

I don't even know how to respond to that.

No. It's like a blind person not being able to see. You'd have to make his eyes work first.

Sadly, Schwarzherz had no peripheral vision anymore. Darkvapor might as well have walked right up to him, it really made no difference.

"I find myself strangely attracted to you." the dark General remarked, examining an area of the wall, "And no, not in that way. I simply find that you look very appetizing. Now then, is there something you want...?"

Oh, I'm not saying that the sight of something really horrid can't make a human go insane. There are a great many things that can do that. Nor do I contest that someone flooding a human mind with insane thoughts won't make it go insane. My post focused solely on things of a multidimensional nature causing insanity by perceiving them.