INDEED, WITHOUTH AN OATH, I'LL MAKE AN END ON 'T

Session Date: July 18, 2026

In Mr. Bondy's notebooks, we found that the monster tank project was called the Null Crucible— ripping the poor souls out of their iteration.

As we investigated, another rift opened. It looked like a big door with a giant machine-thingy filled with the same kind of biological brain matter in the center.

We tried all kinds of inane shit to figure that sumbitch portal out; which was all fun and games until it started talking, then naw dawg.

Several more portals opened up. TEMU Edward Scissor Hands, biblically accurate crab man, and a swarm of angry little floating sea cucumbers burst out of them. As we built up momentum in the battle, we got some iteration timey-whimey stutters that tried to show us alternate realities. Zakm busted up in the middle of all the baddies and cleaved their asses, but since he defied the time striation, he got all pukey.

With Rak stopping the flood of attacks and Remi clapping back in his unique and deadly way, even a super uncool gravity reversal couldn't flap us. We knocked the smarmy portal bitches back to their own reality and basked in our own prideful glory.

We ended the fight back in front of the original door portal and this time went two-steping right through. Inside was a severely mentally ill AI who had been forced by Mr B to sift through realities to manifest fortune. This made it real unhinged and suicidal (so say we all). Somehow we became its suicide engine. Huzzah.

Xandria got a bit entrenched in the Bondy gossip, but still kept her wits about her. Zakm slapped himself with the things reflection Ray. Remi played an UNO reverse on the giant laser.

We bashed each other back and forth with the force of titans. The mournful AI aided us in its own demise to the best of its ability and we were able to fulfill its wish for an ending.