(Kefka Remix)
"Nothing's happened."
Tempesta glanced at the GM. "Excuse me? Didn't someone just die last night?"
"Doesn't count, and you know it."
"Sigh. Well, is your enforcer ready?"
"Of course. Just point it and it'll start fighting."
Tempesta just stares at the GM. "... how does it even fight?"
"Magic."
"... how does it even move?"
"Magic."
"But it's a-"
"I know perfectly well what it is, thank you. Magic. Magic explains everything."
"... the creator guy's a smith, right?"
"Yes."
"... and he made something like that?"
"Special request. The original maker was a crazy chef, actually. If I'd just left him to his own devices, he'd have just made a sentai ripoff or something."
"And this is better?"
"Yes. This thing was once the terror of all. Don't underestimate it."
"But it's just a-"
"Stop. Just stop objecting. If you don't buy it, just watch. In the mean time, I'd like to watch my experiments a bit more. They haven't done much yet, but then, neither has anyone."
And thus Tempesta leaves, off to find the laziest bum of them all.
"Well, it's nice to know you're trying, at least."
Tempesta arrives in the area of the resident "weakest link".
"But it's still boring. Do some more, have some fun... die, maybe. Have fun, Angela!"
420 Hours remain. The Enforcer is now in play. Don't screw up now.
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The end of the world is at hand. Do not let your fate be chosen for you. Fight.