@sunfluoral for event part 2 starter
The undead were just a warm up, taking them down definitely wasn’t a challenge, even if he felt considerably weaker here than he did in another reality. Netero stretched out his shoulders after the last couple dozen or so of the shambling dead that kept wandering out of the ocean.
Then he saw it... Or rather, he saw himself. Old, decaying, also shambling out of the water. He smoothed back his mustache, grinning. So that’s how it’s going to be then, huh? Maybe the dead shell of himself would put up a fight. Needless to say, once he punched at his undead look alike, it only put up a little resistance before it rolled back from the force straight into the ocean again.
“Ah... Well that’s disappointing,” the Chairman mumbled, more so to himself than to anyone. “Not even like punching a brick wall. No, not even punching paper wall. Hrm,” he hummed, turning around. They’ll still keep shambling out of the ocean, this much he knew. Cleaning out the beach just wasn’t going to work.
