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So who won in Slender vs Darkside?

Blood Compact: Magnus's Reign

Actually, it'll wipe his brain clean. He won't have any motor instincts, he'll be incapable of thinking, and have no personality. Complete blank slate. He'd be alive, but only physically. His mind would be wiped clean.

Crossover Creek (Will Forever Be Accepting) ♥

Mia started as she was addressed, however, she was already trying to analyze the situation. Two people were fighting each other, and she had no idea where she was. One person was obviously trying to get her to recognize her, and thus it followed that she had lost her memory. This fitted in perfectly with the fact that she could recall nothing before this point in time. The situation was also quite obviously a dangerous one, which meant that she would need to choose her actions wisely, or she might end up dead before she knew why she was here. By the smile on the man beside her's face, she already knew he was evil, and had something to do with this fight. Furthermore, despite holding herself like a trained fighter, Blake hadn't made use of Yang's distraction, as she should have. This meant that Blake was holding back. Furthermore their expressions were ones of reluctance, as they obviously didn't want to fight. They were friends, sisters, lovers, or in some other way close.
Mia's amnesia had done nothing to remove her ability to analyze a situation, and her keen mind was already searching for an answer. She could pretend not to have amnesia, but without any knowledge as to what her previous personality had been like, that would be virtually impossible. Yang was immediately deduced as not hostile, Blake was a potential, if reluctant, threat, and Bob was most definitely dangerous. As such, Mia decided the most logical course of action was to scream and hold her head, hoping that whatever had caused her amnesia could logically cause an incredible headache, as it removed the need for acting.

Blood Compact: Magnus's Reign

Actually, the way most antidotes to neurotoxins work is to bond with the ceurotoxn, nullifying it. It's like putting together an acid and a base. The result is a very stable and non-poisonous material, which acts as neither antidote nor poison. Eating Jack wouldn't do anything.

Of Goats, Goblins, and Mages

Shor was a walking mountain of a being. Ogres were easily the biggest intelligent race in the world, males standing 2,4 meters high on average. However, even for an Ogre, Shor was a hulk. He had been the strongest in his village, which is how he had survived the slaughter of his clan. He stood at 2,7 meters, maybe a little more, with the smaller races such as Goats and Goblins coming only barely above his knees. As such, he was, of course, forced to bend down quite a bit, annoyed at these tight spaces. He followed the goat into the briefing room, however, and luckily, it was a lot taller. While most likely it had been made with a high ceiling to look impressive, and not to accomodate Ogres, Shor was simply relieved he didn't need to duck any more. However, as he straightened out, he still didn't speak a word. He wasn't much of a talking person, and never had been. He would find out what was going on, and if he didn't like it, he'd leave.

Blood Compact: Magnus's Reign

Jack chuckles. "Impressive. However, futile." Jack's smug glare is tinged with pain, as Jack was unused to being in any form of physical pain, and could not hide it. However, there was still most definitely that smug assertion. "You've been breathing in poison all this time, my friend. The antidote was in the chicken, which I ate. This entire room is filled with a gaseous neurotoxin which will soon start killing your brain cells. Based on tests I have done with other vampires, this would cause an increasing lack of motor capacity, as well as mental breakdown, before death in about a minute. It's designed to be used as a bargaining chip in situations such as this. It's effects only start when the persons's heartbeat quickens exponentially, as yours just did. Anyone but a coldblooded psychopath who kills another being will find their heart racing, which is why I told you it would be a bad idea to try to kill me." Jack smiles, looking over the table, as the final part of this trap unfolds. He had never intended to use Drones of any kind. Instead, he had a neurotoxin, one of the most dangerous weapons known to man. "You will regenerate your brain cells, of course, but their unique chemical composition will be lost. Your body will remain perfectly functional, but your consciousness will be wiped out."

Jack's mind was a complex place. Even as he sat there, staring a dying vampire in the eyes, he was checking his plan for faults. All nuclear power facilities in America would simultaneously melt down, killing anyone within and spreading radioactive waste across the land. Even vampires weren't immune to radiation, which would break down their very cells, and soon these areas would be completely abandoned. Millions would die, as the facilities exploded in the greatest nuclear catastrophe since Hiroshima. Of course, Magnus would not die from this. No. After Magnus watched his dominion on the country shattered, then, and only then, would he fall. "In case of my death, darling, please execute the plan in accordance with procedure 27, okay? I know you can do it, girl." Jack briefly smiled at what seemed like a wall, in the direction he knew held the central processor for BioPILOT.

Blood Compact: Magnus's Reign

Jack has thought of everything ^^

Crossover Creek (Will Forever Be Accepting) ♥

You know, I was thinking that after the whole thing with Mia, Yang and Blake, Bob could have tea with Eris at the Tea House the Witches have created. I mean, ultimate chat between godly tricksters much?

Crossover Creek (Will Forever Be Accepting) ♥

Yeah, Drones ain't going to do shit to Trypticon.

Crossover Creek (Will Forever Be Accepting) ♥

While cybertronian weaponry was far advanced, even the brute force of one of Bruticus's punches, which could have easily crushed a tank, did almost nothing to one of these disks, which were about the size of a normal human. Using their smaller size to their advantage, the things had figured out that Bruticus was dangerous, and avoided his heavy weapons fire. However, while quite durable, the drones didn't have the firepower to take down the Overt Shield of anything larger than a standard Decepticon soldier, although their blades were perfect for slicing through normal materials. The drones moved to the defensive when heavy weapons fire was used, forming together to form shields for the static Drone Pillar, happily sacrificing a few for the greater good.

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Several of the worker drones appeared from the remaining shrubbery as the weaponsfire halted, spinning around the massive Autobots, They were using a variety of scans, as they tried to figure out the workings of these strange machines. The overt shields made scanning of any type quite hard, however some basic data was gleaned. "I am a representative of the God Emperor. We are turning this world into a Utopia, in which there is no need for fear or pain. Through use of advanced medical and security techniques, combined with absolute and undebated morality, a perfect world will be created were all beings can exist equally in peace and prosperity, with no need to fear from disease, injury, or crime." While some would call it a flowery portrayal of reality, it was the God Emperor's intention to create utopia.

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As the swarm of insecticons approached the Drone Pillar, it's defensive systems were activated. The Inecticons had no strong overt field, and thus, Drones could relatively easily deal with them. even though the numbers of the Swarmers numbered in the hundreds, the numbers of the drones were in the thousands, and immediately a wave of drones exploded against their opponents. Soon after their overt fields were destroyed, the next wave sliced straight through these robots, only to explode against the next wave of Swarmers. In rapid progression, the drones formed a constant assault, killing swarmers on a 1-1 rate, knowing that the swarmers simply could mount enough attack power to deal much damage to the Drones. This was a battle of attrition, and the Drones were in far greater numbers.

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Mia was slowly coming to, slowly opening her eyes and yawning, as if awakening from a deep sleep. The first, rather perplexing sight that greeted her was two women trying to beat each other to death in front of her. However, her mind was blank, with no memory of who she was or how she'd gotten here. The f*ck was going on?! She looked around, spotting Bob, and instantly shied away. He was practically oozing out a malicious aura. Why was everything so confusing? What in the bloody Hell was going on over here?! And why was she wearing the shredded remains of a pink tutu?!