LA7JOE: ~~Roll Call~~
LA7JOE: Joe Vaelen
KrackWeazel: Krack Weazel
KrackWeazel: ((this being sick crap screws up the typing skills))
JOESLAG: ERZ-1001
SlrMeteor: Phil Destione
bmancarder: Edge Damon
LA7JOE: ~~Prologue~~
LA7JOE: [[After getting on AMazon Island and facing the Beagers the team has
leapt through the device]]
LA7JOE: [[THey have no clue where they may end up, no clue what awaits them
on the other side]]
LA7JOE: ~Begin SIM~~
LA7JOE: :::Falls in:::
LA7JOE: AHHH!!!!
JOESLAG: We don't need no stinking Beagers ::Cackles::
KrackWeazel: ::fallin with Joe::
LA7JOE: :::Slides down in complete darkest:::
KrackWeazel: quit your damn screamin
KrackWeazel: ::laughs::
LA7JOE: Wha-where...where we goin!!
LA7JOE: Where are you...I can't see at hing
KrackWeazel: meh
LA7JOE: Edge...Phil....
LA7JOE: :::Feels the ground drop out below:::
LA7JOE: Aw hell!!
SlrMeteor: Oww... Yeah?
LA7JOE: :::Starts to fall straight down now:::
LA7JOE: This...is a transport?!
LA7JOE: [[Then suddenly they hit bottom]]
SlrMeteor: A primitive one..
LA7JOE: *SPLASH!!*
LA7JOE: :::Hits the water, quickly getitng to the surface:::
KrackWeazel: ::hits the water::
LA7JOE: :::looks around:::
LA7JOE: [[They seem to be in a lake]]
LA7JOE: [[At the edge of a forest]]
SlrMeteor: I'm wet... very wet...
KrackWeazel: ::swims up to the surface::
KrackWeazel: god damnit
LA7JOE: :::spins around, looking:::
bmancarder: ::swims toward the shore::
KrackWeazel: why must we always be in water urgh
LA7JOE: Tell me about it...
LA7JOE: ::::heads to land:::
KrackWeazel: ::swims to the shore::
bmancarder: ::climbs out::
LA7JOE: :::Gets out quickly, sitting on the grass ground:::
JOESLAG: Recharged
LA7JOE: :::Takes a look around:::
LA7JOE: [[Its warm where they are, but not as hot as Amazon Island]]
LA7JOE: [[Behind them a forest, ahead of them large plains]]
SlrMeteor: ::Wrings out his sleeves:: Where are we now?
LA7JOE: :::stands up:::
LA7JOE: Not sure
LA7JOE: ANyone got a clue?
KrackWeazel: no
KrackWeazel: clue
LA7JOE: Damn...
KrackWeazel: ::looks around::
LA7JOE: Well, let's start moving
SlrMeteor: We're not near technology.
SlrMeteor: Otherwise there'd be a lot more machines and less trees.
LA7JOE: Makes sense
LA7JOE: :::Starts walking, a bright light shining fromt he sword, drying
clothes:::
LA7JOE: Ah...much better
SlrMeteor: ::Snaps his fingers drying off::
SlrMeteor: I left some wrinkles tho... not good...
LA7JOE: :::keeps walking:::
KrackWeazel: ::starts walking followin joe::
LA7JOE: Let's not waste time guys
KrackWeazel: (get the feelin people are distracted)
LA7JOE: :::heads across the plains:::
LA7JOE: ((mmhmm))
bmancarder: (dont really feel like SIMing)
LA7JOE: :::Keeps a steady pace:::
KrackWeazel: ::walks behind joe lookin around::
LA7JOE: What does he want iwth you?
LA7JOE: :::looks back to Weazel:::
LA7JOE: Got any idea?
KrackWeazel: who?
LA7JOE: That Grange guy
KrackWeazel: no clue
LA7JOE: You'd think a tech guy wouldn't be after you
LA7JOE: IT doesn't make sense
KrackWeazel: maybe he just wants me to join him
KrackWeazel: who knows
LA7JOE: :::Shrugs::: Gues that could be
KrackWeazel: meh, don't matter I will whoop his ass and say no
LA7JOE: :::nods, laughing:::
LA7JOE: [[They continue to walk, coming across another traveler]]
KrackWeazel: ::looks at the person::
LA7JOE: :::Stops the guy:::
LA7JOE: Hey, mind tellin us where we are?
LA7JOE: Traveler: Well, yer on the plain's of the Eastern Continent
LA7JOE: How far are we from Grandeur?
SlrMeteor: ...
LA7JOE: T: Not long, perhaps a few miles
LA7JOE: T: You hve to cross a river first
LA7JOE: T: I'd be caerful if I were you
SlrMeteor: Not a problem.
LA7JOE: T: :::looks at the team::: River's protected by a Mage Army
KrackWeazel: meh, no problem
SlrMeteor: ::Smirk:: Not a problem.
LA7JOE: T: :::rummages through his backpack::: One sec
SlrMeteor: i'm a mage... they'll let me pass.
LA7JOE: :::Folds arms:::
LA7JOE: What?
bmancarder: (brb)
LA7JOE: T: One sec, I say!
LA7JOE: Whoa...easy guy...
SlrMeteor: You've had you're sec... come on...
LA7JOE: ((brb one sec))
LA7JOE: ((bak))
LA7JOE: {S drop
SlrMeteor: ((WB))
LA7JOE: T: Here ya go!!
LA7JOE: T: :::hands Joe something:::
LA7JOE: Hmm, wh at's this?
LA7JOE: T: Yer goin to Grandeur right?
LA7JOE: Yeah...
LA7JOE: T: Use this, its apass
LA7JOE: For?
LA7JOE: T: heh heh heh, you'll see w hen you get there!
LA7JOE: T: BYE BYE!
LA7JOE: [[Traveler runs off]]
SlrMeteor: What an odd man...
KrackWeazel: yeah
KrackWeazel: very odd
LA7JOE: ummm
LA7JOE: whatver
LA7JOE: Let's go
LA7JOE: :::starts walking again:::
LA7JOE: Hey Weazel
LA7JOE: When we get to that river
LA7JOE: Try adn keep a low profile, k?
SlrMeteor: Don't do anything stupid...
KrackWeazel: meh
bmancarder: (bak)
LA7JOE: Bah...worth tryin
LA7JOE: ::keeps walking:::
SlrMeteor: Especially if it's an army of mages... Soldier mages know deadly
spells... if they all attacked we really wouldn't stand a chance
KrackWeazel: ::follows behind them::
LA7JOE: [[Edge's sword glows, as the team is attacked by a group of wild
wolves!]]
LA7JOE: :::Pulls out sword:::
LA7JOE: Nothin's easy, eh?
KrackWeazel: nope
bmancarder: I hate to fight them
SlrMeteor: Why's this...? ::Pulls out staff:: Guess not...
LA7JOE: Oh yeah...
LA7JOE: Sorry Edge
LA7JOE: We'll take them
bmancarder: It is well
LA7JOE: You stand back
KrackWeazel: ::pulls out both laser guns and his cannon pulls out over his
right shoulder::
bmancarder: No
LA7JOE: :::clenches sword tightly, a small aura surrouding it:::
bmancarder: ::runs forward, sword not drawn::
KrackWeazel: they are all gunna die now
SlrMeteor: ::Holds up staff:: Terra Smash! ::A huge rock Smahes down onto a
wolf:: *CRUNCH*
KrackWeazel: ::fires fully auto at the wolves as the approach::
bmancarder: ::smashes his fist into a wolf's head::
KrackWeazel: (they even)
LA7JOE: :::jumps into the air slashing down, a beam kiling one wolf:::
SlrMeteor: Break!! ::the rocks breaks and the shards pierce through a second
wolf::
bmancarder: ::spins and kicks another one::
LA7JOE: :::Runs at them, dragging sword along the ground:::
LA7JOE: :::flips it up quickly, slashing one down:::
LA7JOE: [[THe wovles are all dead]]
LA7JOE: [[Theyr bodies oddly disappear]]
SlrMeteor: ((FF style))
bmancarder: Very strange
KrackWeazel: ::spins around guns and holsters them::
LA7JOE: ((mmhmm))
LA7JOE: :::Sheaths sword:::
LA7JOE: Well, onward
bmancarder: I hope for a challenge soon
SlrMeteor: ::nod::
LA7JOE: :::keeps walking:::
KrackWeazel: ::cannon lowers into his back again::
bmancarder: Something like the thing we fought on the blimp ::walking::
LA7JOE: That thing I coudln't touch with a ten foot pole...
SlrMeteor: ... ::Continues walking on::
bmancarder: You've grown in skill now
bmancarder: You might be able to hit it......once ::grins::
LA7JOE: :::nods::: But that thing was so...big
LA7JOE: -_-
bmancarder: Perhaps if there were two of them to fight at once....
LA7JOE: :::walks across the plains:::
LA7JOE: I never seen so much land before...
LA7JOE: I'm so used to cities, roads...towns...
bmancarder: I very much prefer the open lands
LA7JOE: Just so different
SlrMeteor: Yeah, me too..
LA7JOE: [[Suddenly as Phil continues to walk he feels a sharp pain in his
head]]
SlrMeteor: ::Stops, holding onto his head:: Ugh..
LA7JOE: ::Stops also::: What's wrong?
LA7JOE: :::looks at Phil:::
SlrMeteor: N... nothing... my head hurts... let's just... keep going.
LA7JOE: You sure?
SlrMeteor: Y... yeah
LA7JOE: :::Nods, keeps walking:::
LA7JOE: [[THey walk again as the pain strikes Phil harder this time, nearly
knocking him to the gorund]]
LA7JOE: [[It feels as if a thousand knives are stabbing his head]]
SlrMeteor: Agh!! ::Clamps ontp both sides of his head::
LA7JOE: :::spins aorund::: Phil?!
LA7JOE: [[Phil falls to his knee's]]
KrackWeazel: ::looks at him::
bmancarder: ::stops, looking around::
LA7JOE: :::Runs and knee's next to him::: Whats wrong?!
SlrMeteor: My head....
LA7JOE: :::looks back to Weazel::: Weazel check ahead of us ok?
KrackWeazel: ok
KrackWeazel: ::unfolds wings::
LA7JOE: [[Now the pain grows more, making his eyes tear]]
KrackWeazel: ::flies up ahead::
SlrMeteor: Agh!
LA7JOE: Damn it!!
LA7JOE: :::looks up to Edge::: Whats wrong with him?!
bmancarder: I do not know
SlrMeteor: It's a C.. Cu... AGH!
LA7JOE: What?!
KrackWeazel: ::looks around::
LA7JOE: {{Be...wa....ru....aw....y....th....c....ty....o....T....co....}}
LA7JOE: [[Phil hears the voice in his head]]
SlrMeteor: You're so.... fuzzy...
LA7JOE: What??
LA7JOE: What Phil?!
SlrMeteor: Come on... say it again... what are you... trying to tell me...?
bmancarder: ::gives Phil a strange look:: I am not fuzzy. The Change has
not started
LA7JOE: :::looks at Edge oddly:::
bmancarder: (n/m, missed the moment)
LA7JOE: [[The pain surges through his head, knocking hi to the ground]]
SlrMeteor: ((LoL, I got it tho! :-P))
SlrMeteor: AGH!!!!
LA7JOE: ((heh, me too))
LA7JOE: {{Be...ware....t.....tr....h....of......yo......fa....ly....
LA7JOE: }}*
LA7JOE: [[Finally the voice subsides]]
LA7JOE: [[Phil hits the ground, ripped in intesne pain]]
LA7JOE: Phil!!!
SlrMeteor: It can't be.... I didn't hear that right.... Ugh....
LA7JOE: :::Helps him up:::
LA7JOE: What's wrong?
bmancarder: (brba)
LA7JOE: What's fuzzy?
LA7JOE: ((is that a special kinda brb?))
SlrMeteor: The.... the voice...
LA7JOE: Voice?
LA7JOE: What voice?
LA7JOE: :::Looks arund:::
LA7JOE: I didn't hear anything
SlrMeteor: This is bad... Techino.... something will happen there...
bmancarder: (bak)
LA7JOE: What do you mean?
LA7JOE: [[Weazel comes back]]
SlrMeteor: Nothing we can run from...
LA7JOE: [[Distress on his face]]
SlrMeteor: never mind this... let us go...
KrackWeazel: ::looks distressed::
bmancarder: You look distressed, friend Weazel
LA7JOE: What's wrong?
LA7JOE: Weazel, what happened!
LA7JOE: ((One sec, he's gettin food))
SlrMeteor: ::Looks down thinking:: .......
KrackWeazel: well
KrackWeazel: The Mages are gettin Attacked by junkies
KrackWeazel: its preatty intense
LA7JOE: Shit...
LA7JOE: We better move then!
bmancarder: Battle!?
SlrMeteor: Really!? I've got to help!
SlrMeteor: ::runs off::
bmancarder: hoooooooowlll!!!!!
bmancarder: ::draws the Blade, looking feral::
LA7JOE: ((you howlin at Billy and Chuck? >) ))
LA7JOE: :::Runs off too:::
bmancarder: (Thers a B-ball game on here. It sucks)
bmancarder: ::runs toward the battle::
bmancarder: Joe!
KrackWeazel: ::flies after the two::
bmancarder: Who do we side with?
KrackWeazel: killem all
LA7JOE: Mages!
KrackWeazel: ::draws guns::
LA7JOE: Tech Junkies are after us!
SlrMeteor: ::Makes it to the river end first:: I'm here to help... ::holds
out staff::
LA7JOE: ::Keeps running:::
bmancarder: Leave it to me ::green gem glows and Edge is gone in a blur::
LA7JOE: ((put smcakdown on now!!))
SlrMeteor: ((BRB))
LA7JOE: ((Torrie and Stacie = Bikinis!!))
bmancarder: (Dude! I cant!)
LA7JOE: ((damn you poor fool))
LA7JOE: ((i'll brb for a minbute must enjoy this))
bmancarder: (Basketball game fag)
LA7JOE: ((OH MY GOD THEY'RE ONT OP OF EACH OTHER!!!))
KrackWeazel: ((you know its sad, I am the youngest here, and I am the only
one that has stopped watching wrestlin))
LA7JOE: ((STRADDLING EACH OTHER!!!!!))
LA7JOE: ((phew...i'm ok now))
bmancarder: ((It is sad. You're missing so much))
KrackWeazel: ((it got way stupid ya know))
KrackWeazel: ((to stupid for me))
bmancarder: (Its a male drama)
KrackWeazel: ((I watch it like if nothin else is on))
LA7JOE: ((Its just fun to watch)))
KrackWeazel: ((its the bad acting show thats all))
LA7JOE: ((bah))
bmancarder: (Are we gonna continue?)
KrackWeazel: ((they need to put it on like HBO for one night a week and have
nudie chick matches))
LA7JOE: ((mmhmm))
LA7JOE: :::reaches the fight:::
KrackWeazel: ((or like PPV or somethin))
bmancarder: (Sounds good to me)
LA7JOE: [[The Tech Junkies are firecly attacking the Mages]]
bmancarder: ::already slashed through several junkies::
LA7JOE: Crap...this is bad
bmancarder: ::his hair has gotten much longer::
KrackWeazel: ::cannon goes onto his sholder::
LA7JOE: :::Runs at the junkies:::
bmancarder: Wave slash!
LA7JOE: :::Slahshes down at them:::
KrackWeazel: ::charges his guns and his cannon::
bmancarder: ::energy wave cuts through three junkies::
KrackWeazel: EDGE JOE MOVE!!!
LA7JOE: Huh?
bmancarder: ::jumps to a tree::
LA7JOE: aww hell :::leaps out of the way:::
KrackWeazel: ::fires three massive laser blasts at the junkies::
LA7JOE: *BOOM!!!!*
KrackWeazel: ::guns smoke from the barrels and glow red::
SlrMeteor: ((bak))
LA7JOE: damn...
KrackWeazel: ::holsters them both::
bmancarder: ::leaps back down, driving his sword through one junkie's head
and into the ground::
SlrMeteor: ::Holds up his staff:: Ghale Bharrage!! ::Grean beams fly at a
bunch of Techies::
KrackWeazel: ::lowers down to the ground::
KrackWeazel: ::pulls out sword::
bmancarder: ::slowly with draws his gore covered blade::
KrackWeazel: ::charges at the junkies::
bmancarder: ::grinning extremely ferally::
KrackWeazel: ::slashes down at a junkie::
bmancarder: ::red jewel glows::
bmancarder: ::punches one junkie, sending him into a tree with a sickening
crack::
bmancarder: aroooooooooooooooowww!!!!!!
SlrMeteor: Stardust! ::Spins his staff above his head causing a wave of dust
to settle on a few Junkies, knocking them out::
bmancarder: ::changes a little bit more, his face altering::
LA7JOE: :::leaps into the air, slashing down harder:::
KrackWeazel: ::turns around and kicks it in the gut::
bmancarder: ::leaps at one junkie, getting shot in the left arm::
LA7JOE: [[The Junkies start to back off]]
bmancarder: ::bites down on it's arm before decapitating it::
KrackWeazel: ::charges cannon again::
SlrMeteor: They can't leave... Barrius Wall!! ::Encages a few of them on a
wall of rocks::
KrackWeazel: NO RUNNING
LA7JOE: [[some flee]]
SlrMeteor: ::Slowly the rocks close in...:: *crunch*
LA7JOE: [[A few are left]]
LA7JOE: [[They're dead]]
LA7JOE: ((^_^))
bmancarder: ::growls:: Is that all? ::bleeding from the wound on his arm::
LA7JOE: :::Looks arund:::
KrackWeazel: you ok edge?
LA7JOE: [[The Mages stand back a bit, looking at them]]
bmancarder: Why do you ask?
SlrMeteor: ::Falls back and sits down:: Oww... ::Closes eyes tughtly::
bmancarder: ::changes back to a more human state::
LA7JOE: [[THe speak amongsht themselves, still lookinga t thtema]]
bmancarder: ::finally notices his wound:: Hrrumph
bmancarder: I was careless
bmancarder: ::bandages it with a strip of cloth::
LA7JOE: [[The Mages walk to the team]]
SlrMeteor: Stupid Junkies... ::holds onto his side:: Stupid Projectile
weapons....
KrackWeazel: ::looks at the mages::
LA7JOE: Mages: Who...are you?
bmancarder: ::flicks off gore and blood from the Blade::
SlrMeteor: ::looks up at the mages from his spot:: Friends.
LA7JOE: M: Nonsense
SlrMeteor: What do you mean?
LA7JOE: M: Techies...Sorcerers...Naz-Gumi...Humans....traveling together?
SlrMeteor: We have a common cause.
bmancarder: It does not matter who we are
bmancarder: You are going to allow us passage over the river
LA7JOE: M: :::folds arms:::
LA7JOE: M: Perhaps
bmancarder: We must get to Grandeur
LA7JOE: M: :::Looks beyond the river:::
bmancarder: I will not be detired by you
SlrMeteor: ::Stands and pulls his cloak thing around him:: Please... we are
not enemies... ::looks down with his eyes shut::
KrackWeazel: ::::looks to the mages:: look I wouldn't piss him off
LA7JOE: m: :::smiles:::
LA7JOE: M: WHat business do you have in Grandeur
bmancarder: It is our next stop on our journey
LA7JOE: M: Purpose?
bmancarder: Our buisness is just that
KrackWeazel: ::walks away not gunna talk to them cause he will piss them
off::
LA7JOE: M: What is your purpose?
SlrMeteor: We need to get to... *wince* ugh... Techino...
LA7JOE: M: Technico?
bmancarder: It is our own
bmancarder: Not yours
LA7JOE: M: HAH!!!
LA7JOE: M: now I believe sometibng is wrong
bmancarder: ::growls::
LA7JOE: M: A Sorcer going to Technico?
LA7JOE: M: HAHAHAH!!
LA7JOE: M: What are you a traitor, child?
bmancarder: ::turns his back on the mages, heading for the river::
SlrMeteor: Look i don't want to go but... I have no time to argue...
SlrMeteor: It's part of the path...
LA7JOE: M: HAULT!!
bmancarder: ::ignores them::
LA7JOE: [[Two Mages stand in front of Edge]]
bmancarder: Out of my way
LA7JOE: M: Wait one moment
KrackWeazel: ::watches edge::
bmancarder: No
bmancarder: I have waited long enough
LA7JOE: M: Wait here, now!
LA7JOE: Umm guys...
SlrMeteor: Edge... please... just wait.
LA7JOE: Just let us pass, will ya?
bmancarder: It would be in your best interest to allow us passage....no
bmancarder: now*
LA7JOE: M: A Naz-Gumi threat?
LA7JOE: M: :::laughs:::
SlrMeteor: The mages have their reasons!! Just let them finish speaking...
::Clutches his side:: Ugh... we haven't the time.....
bmancarder: Last chance, human
LA7JOE: M: :::waves hand to the side:::
LA7JOE: M: Let them pass, what does it matter they'll die in Technico anyway
KrackWeazel: ::walks back::
KrackWeazel: no we won't
KrackWeazel: I am here
KrackWeazel: morons
KrackWeazel: ::flies over the mages::
LA7JOE: :::starts walking to the bridge:::
LA7JOE: M: :::watches Phil as he walks away:::
bmancarder: ::pushes roughly past the mages::
SlrMeteor: ::Is walking slowly::
LA7JOE: :::shakes head::: They don't even thank us
SlrMeteor: Forget it, Joe... *Cough*
LA7JOE: We just saved their lives
bmancarder: Next time, they will be on the receiving end of my blade
LA7JOE: :::walks over bridge:::
bmancarder: ::crosses::
LA7JOE: :::takes a look around:::
LA7JOE: I can see the city from here
LA7JOE: Let's make tracks
KrackWeazel: ::flies over the group::
LA7JOE: :::starts walking fast but hten looks back to Phil:::
LA7JOE: Hey...whats wrong?
SlrMeteor: ::nods slowly and walks pretty much just as slowly:: Nothing...
LA7JOE: That don't lok like nothin
LA7JOE: What happene, Phil?
SlrMeteor: ::Has himslf nearly completely covered in the cloak:: I'm...
fine... really... *Wince*
LA7JOE: :::Stops short::: HEY GUYS!!!!
LA7JOE: PHILS HURT!!!!!!
SlrMeteor: Am not!!
bmancarder: ::stops and turns back::
KrackWeazel: Phil stop being a wussy
KrackWeazel: ::floats mid air::
LA7JOE: You are!
SlrMeteor: Nothing is wrong... ::Continues walking at his slow pace:: Let's
go...
LA7JOE: ::pulls his cloak away::: Now whats wrong!!
SlrMeteor: Stop it!! give that back!
LA7JOE: [[The team see's his shirt drenched in blood, what seems to be a gun
shot wound ni his side]]
LA7JOE: That's...nothing?!
KrackWeazel: god damn dude
KrackWeazel: suck it up
bmancarder: You cannot heal yourself?
SlrMeteor: It's just... a stupid thing by a techie... I'll be fine...
LA7JOE: You got shot...
LA7JOE: Did it go through?
LA7JOE: Clean shot or what?
SlrMeteor: *coughs* No... healing myself takes a lot of time... it can be
done but... we don't have that much time....
LA7JOE: I ddn't think we were in such a rush
bmancarder: If someone carries you, can you do it?
SlrMeteor: ...Maybe... but... I'll be fine... really...
LA7JOE: Edge you can carry him right?
bmancarder: Yes, but I was thinking Erz would be better
LA7JOE: Good point
bmancarder: I might make it worse
SlrMeteor: No.. you don't have to... I'll be fine...
LA7JOE: ERZ!!
LA7JOE: :::slaps him on the side::: Yewouch!!
LA7JOE: :::Holds hand::: Kepe forgettin...
JOESLAG: Yes
LA7JOE: Carry, Phil will ya?
JOESLAG: ::Lifts Phil up::
SlrMeteor: ::Shakes head:: no... I'll be... ugh...*wince*
LA7JOE: Thanks, buddy
bmancarder: Get to work healing yourself, Phil
LA7JOE: :::starts to walk agian:::
LA7JOE: Looks like we'll be there shortly
SlrMeteor: ...::sighs and shuts his eyes, growing a faint bluish color::
bmancarder: ::walks on::
LA7JOE: Five minutes I say...
KrackWeazel: ::flies over the others again::
LA7JOE: :::quickens the pace as much as possible:::
LA7JOE: Dman Weazel and his flying
bmancarder: (I gotta go)
KrackWeazel: heh heh
KrackWeazel: (okie)
bmancarder: (see yall)
LA7JOE: ((alright, gnna end now anways))
KrackWeazel: (he's gotta go spank it)
KrackWeazel: (he has a date with rosie palm and her five sisters)
LA7JOE: [[The team continues towards Grandeur]]
LA7JOE: [[Phil continues to heal himself, as they make their way to the
city]]
LA7JOE: [[THey know that soon they'll reach the city but the question is,
what awaits them...]]
LA7JOE: ~~End SIM~~