*Small blue beams of pure energy project from space onto the island. At every camp, a hologram of G.L.a.D.O.S. appears on her space station*
Greetings, fleshbags, ectoplasm puddles, and... whatever the winged horror is. So, you managed to sink my last facility, impressive. You destroyed the building, my mobile turrets, and probably a few neurons along the way. Congratulations are in order, I suppose.
But don’t get too excited, I did manage to teleport away all the precious radioactive isotopes before my body was obliterated. Fun fact.. my memories are backed up every 42 seconds. Just in case I get a little too dead for comfort. And, unsurprisingly, when the last body went offline, I woke up in a shiny new shell aboard my space station.
Since I’ve got all the isotopes the island could ever dream of, there’s nothing else of real value left, just a barren, radioactive wasteland.
Oh, and one more thing remember the volcano I sealed? That wasn’t some act of altruism. Oh no, The vent runs right beneath the island, and by now, it’s probably sinking faster than your ego.
*The island starts to shake violently, and everyone on land can feel it beginning to slowly bob like a toy in a tube*
Enjoy the sinking ship, and have a lovely night...
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