[center][h3][color=gold]Aaron Erikson[/color][/h3][/center]

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[center]𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟛, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘   / /   ℂ𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕟 ℂ𝕦𝕝𝕡𝕒𝕖 𝟙   / /   ℕ𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕟 𝕆𝕦𝕥𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕤   / /  𝟚𝟙𝟛𝟘[/center]
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Admittedly, the situation seemed to be getting a bit better as time went on, at least according to Aaron's short observations of his surroundings as he continued to pour his focus into summoning. For one thing, there were two less spaghetti monsters, another ally seemed to have leapt into the battle, and from his glances up it seemed that no one else had died up until this point beyond the on girl he had seen dead before. Then again, the new ally was currently naked and doing something strange to the dead body it seemed, there was at least one spaghetti monster left and seemingly kicking, and their resident fire-breathing lizard seemed rather hurt as well. So perhaps things were not the best overall, but at least there was some sense of positivity. 

If naught else, he also knew for sure that the green fog that had enveloped him had finally been blown away by someone or something. While he hoped that whatever it was would be a friendly or an ally of some kind, it at least made it easier for him to continue his summoning and actually observe his surroundings without having to focus on not throwing up as much. Yet even so the lingering nausea in his stomach made him feel like his insides were being tied up in knots, and the urging of his stomach to upchuck its contents was something that still had to be resisted on his part for the time being. 

Whatever the case was, the sixteen year old hoped that if he was needed he would be able to finish his summoning in good time. Otherwise, he hoped that the others would be able to wrap things up without him if that was possible.