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Yes, that most fateful hour had fallen again. SpongeByrne roamed the empty streets of Neo Orleans, eating a raw salmon as he poked around the alleyways and side streets and roundabouts. Not a soul in sight. He grimaced. This wasn't good. His link with the suit was reacting. A spiking, sharp pain in his solar plexus. Did...the Infernal do this? Byrne kicked over a trash can, and out crawled what must have evidently become of the citizens of this city. A city so proud of how it could survive any cosmic flood. 

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[i]"Well, sure, they can survive now."[/i] He was quipping to himself already. That was never a good sign. The streets echoed with the gurgles of the ex-residents. [i]"Well, they could still be considered residents. But I doubt anybody is paying rent. Or collectin"[/i] Byrne took another bite of the salmon. This whole thing...it couldn't be. While he did work towards the end of all there was, he couldn't allow a GE3TTTENING. That kind of suffering went against everything he stood for. Every facet of his existence. Finishing off the salmon, he threw its skeleton towards a now growing mass of Sea Monkeys. Things were about to get ugly. Footsteps. Then, a noise undescribable. Then there was no noise in Neo Orleans...