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The vibrant colors of the Zone burned his eyes but there was a grin on his face instead of a grimace. The saturated buildings were a beacon of impurity and he could feel that their caretaker was coming to greet him. The Alternate walking towards him was a bit larger than some of the others he had met;  the purity had to have been at least a whole head taller than himself. 

Once he got into speaking range he cast Wide Angle. Stats and flavor text that only he could see hovered next to the other Batter. Low level. Only one other member in his party, likely Alpha. Health: mediocre at best. CP : a joke. Class, Title, Name. Inventory…

“Why have you entered my file?”

The voice caught his attention and, blinking, he let the text box fade away. He answered his question with another question, “Have you purified Zone 1?” His taller alternate frowned at him in confusion and snapped back,

“Why do you care?”

With a thought, his bat was summoned. He held it in one hand as he swung at the Batter’s head with alarming speed. The sickening crack of his skull reverberated off of the buildings and silenced the generated BGM as his attack disturbed the coding of the file. Putrid black liquid pooled around the fallen purifier. A dilapidated tune began to play in low volume, the words ‘Stay in your coma’ barely hearable. He flicked off the drops of blood from his bat and returned it to his inventory. Soundlessly, he approached the corpse and stared down as its coding slowly crumbled.