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*my being stays intact, but I appear to move slower*
You're actually attacking properly now, good for you...
Atoms. Atoms, atoms, atoms; Isis, why couldn't it be you here right now?
*A rocket shoots a molecular net at you*
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*my being stays intact, but I appear to move slower*
You're actually attacking properly now, good for you...
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I am currently in a position in which I can't switch profiles.
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Montu:
*the rockets phase through me*
I am not dense enough for physical attacks, you'll have to try something else...
*the rockets decay, and crahs into the ground, without exploding*
You aren't very good at this...
*your armor once again begins to decay, and rust forms slowly on it*
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I know. That was just me brainstorming in text.
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montu:
*reforms outside of you*
I am not just a cancer... I am death itself.
*unraps my wrapped arm, revealing a deacaying, black skeletal arm and hand*
You will, in fact, die.
*a shadow box forms around us, prevention entry or exit*
Even if it takes eons. Time means nothing in here.
*patiently waits*
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Wait, how many layers in the suit are there? And I wasn't told it was airtight. I assumed it worked like every other suit, and had some sort of vent.
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You wouldn't need to pay more in taxes if sanders won. Not for that, anyway. And if we stopped spending more than the next ten top spenders combined on our military, you wouldn't have your taxes touched at all.
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You ninja'd my ooc post via the IC.
*slow claps*
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*The smoke particles harden before they are blown out, and protrude through the suit like spikes*
Your confidence and technology cannot save you, for it is too late.
*the armor rapidly deteriorates*
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Montu:
*as you reach for me, you push completely through me, as I turn to what seems like smoke, and it quickly enters the gaps in your suit*
Why struggle to prolong the inevitable...