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Um...Did Randium win or did I?

Thanks. @Randium I edited my post. You can respond if you want. Please keep in mind, though that we only have a few hours, since I'm pretty sure that Tiko's 12:00 Noon is different from mine and maybe yours.

Okay, this is just a reminder to @Tiko so I can see of my latest post is acceptable or not. Seriously, I don't want it to cause any problems. Sorry for the bother, but I really don't know what else to do...

Dang...

Alright, that's interesting. Also @Tiko is my post too much or not? I kinda made it with a lot of negativity, so I wanna know if you think I should change it.

Ah, so it does something to take away complex thoughts, and force the individual into relying on instincts?

So how does it affect consciousness?

I'm actually waiting for Tiko. I feel that my latest post was influenced by a morning grumpiness mixed in with a little bit of salt from lack of communication, and I wanted to see if I should change it. Until then, do you wanna explain how your spores work post-superdrink? I'm legitimately curious.

Freya was losing consciousness. It was getting difficult to see. Whatever her enemy had done, it was working. She was about to... Freya felt a soft thud as something hit her head. Maybe it was supposed to be more painful, but paralysis ensures that your body numbs. She couldn't move her eyes...

I thought we were waiting till the deadline to let the judges finish this, but okay. A little heads up or "hey are you still there?" would also have been nice.

Freya could feel her body straining as it began to freeze up. Freya didn't know this, but soon any movement she would attempt to make would be useless. Now all she had to fight back with was her puppet magic, which was getting more and more difficult to maintain as the monster continued to melt...

Freya was completely focused on controlling the armor. Specifically, she was focused on continuing the shrinking of the armor so that it would crush her enemy within. The process had been slowed, but it was still in progress, and still crushing him. The only problem with this kind of extreme...

Um...I guess the wind had no effect? I'm not quite sure what to take out of that one aside from an attack. I guess so, I mean, he ran into the blade, so I guess.

The end was near. That was what Freya had gotten from seeing her enemy roar like that, and running straight for her. She was sure that the puppet was still shrinking with the monster inside. She felt it. However it seemed that it wouldn't go quietly. She had the greatsword moved in front of her...

Freya glared at her enemy as whatever was left of the armor had forced themselves on. She didn't want to see him suffer. She didn't want to kill up close. She wanted him dead. A bloodstain and a memory, as one of her adventurer friends would have once put it. So she stood where she was. Her...

The metal started melting, but this did not deter Freya. Her magic was still connected to it, it was just less solid. Her focus was completely on controlling her puppet, so forcing the melted parts to move was much easier than it would have been had she not have been so intensely focused. Truly...

Something happened. Something must have happened. Otherwise, she wouldn't be seeing these random, horrific images right now. Images of her sister's grave. Images of her family and acquaintances and friends all dying. All the oddities either being misused or destroyed. It brought about a great...

Seeing her armor puppet get so heavily damaged was a sight most unsatisfying to say the least, but Freya had to continue. The beast had done much damage, but seemed to have switched its attention. It didn't matter much in the end, as the armor was still her puppet, and she could still control...

When Freya saw that the great sword had been blunted, her options had been whittled down. She was surprised, and slightly angered at that, but it wasn't the first time it had been made useless, and it was all false anyway. She would either have to strengthen her control over the armor, allowing...

There was something off about the way her opponent was acting. The way he roared sounded like it came from a beast, but at the moment, it didn't feel like an encounter with one. He wasn't acting aggressive, nor cunning. If anything it felt like she encountered a more docile animal that was...