![]() “T’was advertised as a community where peace and positivity reigned supreme in a time when America was in societal turmoil,” Talbot responded through his grunting from ascending a hill. “As I recall, this was a spot for the Fold.” “So this is the ‘Withered Isle’,” pondered Veronica. He motioned his cane in a “follow me” gesture, which his traveling companions followed curtly. A special one at that, much like your own.” “Ah, ye catch on quick, Sevagoth,” mused Talbot, pointing his cane at the ghostly Warframe. “Veronica…is right…” rasped the ghost-like humanoid. “In any case,” mused Veronica, “I have this feeling that whatever Talbot is looking for is something none of us are prepared for.” ![]() Pyramid Head could only glare at the masochistic Alter Ego for a moment before huffing in frustration, silently and begrudgingly admitting that she had a point. He can atone for it either way because he feels guilty about it, right?” “Even if he was being way too careless about his experiments, there was no way he could’ve known it would do that. “Tell me, Passionlip, how can he be excused for his crimes?!” “How is it not fair,” the Executioner hissed as he whirled towards the girl. “That’s not really fair, you know,” the purple-haired girl piped in, clearly feeling nervous about tensions between ones who should be working together. For all we know we could be his next test subjects! Do what you wish, but I refuse to follow a man who caused the deaths of countless people for his own gain-” “His experiments were torture,” Pyramid Head growled. “I am aware of his background, Pyramid Head,” she said, glaring softly at the now-named Executioner, “but I don’t think we can afford any other choice but to trust Talbot.” “After what he’s done, you would have this animal drag us along, Veronica? And to this island, no less?!” The voice seemed to ring through the air as though disconnected from the creature. “But I do,” groaned the creature as it slowly followed her. “This island…I’m not sure what to think of it right now,” said the wolf-like woman, her eyes scanning the new land before her. The crew that followed suit were a varied bunch: a tall, muscular woman in pelts wearing a mask of wolf-bone, a hunched humanoid abomination with a metal construct on its shoulders, a curvaceous purple-haired girl who made sure not to capsize the ship with either her massive claws or her weight as she got off, and a biomechanical humanoid wearing a large cape that seemed to drift like a ghost. “Right, everyone, we’re here,” the Blight said, his voice slightly gargled by the forced mutations on his body brought about by his serum. The first to disembark was a hunched figure with glowing orange eyes, a cane in his hand for balance. These waves would intensify, however, with the arrival of a large ship. The shore was perfectly silent and still, save for the sound of rushing water and the sight of waves rushing up and down the shore like liquid lungs. If you have questions or need help with anything MYM-related, feel free to reach out to any of these fine folks.
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