[center][h2][color=#696969]The Overlord - Outside Yellow Flag[/color][/h2][/center]

The Overlord opened his eyes, glowing slits of bright yellow stared at the sky for just a few seconds, and the metal man arose from the crater that his frame had created. Suddenly, the rest of his senses re-activated causing him to look both ways at his surroundings. This place smelled just as bad as the understeets of the Empire City, but his sense of smell has never found an equal to the scent of the Green Hive. Strange noises were heard, loud bangs were echoing through his helmets, and the screams were different from his regular labor camps... The Overlord found this suspicious. 

He quickly climbed out of his crater to get a clearer sense of his surroundings, and soon he realized that he wasn't the only crater in this strange place. There seemed to be strange looking people dotting the area, these surrounding were so much different than any city he had even seen in his life as the Overlord. However, it wasn't really much of a problem, it seemed that he had missed this place in his conquest, this area would soon be under the rule of the mighty Overlord. The menacing man's sight soon focused on the building in front of him, it was bright and it reeked of alcohol, a tavern of the poor. The Overlord looked at the other craters once again, glimpsing at the others before making his way over to the bar, passing the strange man that spoke a foreign language. 

Once he entered the stinky place, the architecture was strange compared to the stuff he had seen all around the world. It was either poorly built huts or homes, towering trees that were being used as homes, or giant constructs of stone and marble. The patrons dressed differently as well, they weren't dressed in leather garbs like the ordinary citizen, were was he? The Overlord, in his odd and intimidating presence tried to contact his adviser, Gnarl, for help. However, there seemed to be only static when he tried to contact him through his regular magically means... Strange, Gnarl must be trying to find the right connection to reach him, well, it was the Everlight Jungle all over again.

The Overlord was straight to the point, he needed to know his surroundings and the best way was to dominate someone. He walked over to some random patron of the bar, and he raised his hand to the person as it sparked in electricity. He has done this over three-hundred times to make people his loyal slaves, this wouldn't be any different. A sudden constant stream of lightning spewed from his hand, the attack went straight to the brain of the random patron, and it was enough to cause so much pain for the peasant, that the Overlord could easily bend them to his will, but not enough to kill or disable for future use.

[center][h2][color=a36209]Krieg - Outside Mahora[/color][/h2][/center]

Dust seemed to settle around the shooting stars, everyone was most likely dazed and confused at the moment, but Krieg didn't have any sense left inside of his mind to experience the new situations surrounding him. First, he noticed his surroundings, his eyes saw that this was too clean to be anywhere near Pandora, the smells were too pure as well, the air didn't taste of gunpowder and dust, and there was no gunshots in the distance!? The Psycho looked around, this wasn't the beautiful playground of death and destruction, this was hell! "THE MIND FLAYERS ARE AT IT AGAIN! THE PUZZLING PAIN!" Krieg screamed out. Suddenly, the annoying man's voice resounded through his head.

"Calm down."

"Stack the frenzy!"

"Calm down, and remember the girl on Hera."

"I can't see her anymore... She was so clear and bright... but the blood is in my eyes, and now I can only watch the ocean of blood... Its waves crash against my forehead again and again, AND I JUST NEED TO LEARN HOW TO SURF!" Krieg screamed out once again, the phrase seeming to calm the muscular man down.

"Good enough." The voice uttered out, checking to see what his dominant personality would do next. Krieg soon noticed that the dust was settling off other places, figures were under the clouds of dust. Meat. Krieg reached for his buzz-axe, ready to slice off some heads, but the voice rang through his head once again. "They haven't shot us yet, they might be innocent."

"Nnnnngh, get out of my head!" Krieg said to himself, knocking at his head. The figures were starting to become clearer, some were looked human and the others not so much. Krieg's eye twitched, so much fresh bits of meat that he can make out into glorious works of art! However, that couldn't be possible, with the little voice inside of his head. The Psycho soon grunted in frustration, and he took a panaromic view of the all the new charecters in front of him, he soon pointed at all the creatures before him, and screamed out to the world, "Why aren't you stabbing me!?"