Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25218347-20170330004606/@comment-26892768-20170402200123

Poppy, now having gone away, isn't there to listen. The players, seeing as they're apparentally only hearing beeps from the rebels, don't care.

The players do their selections.

"Zombie Gamer! Level X!"

"Dual Gamer! Level 50!"

"Quest Gamer! Level 50!"

"Shooting Gamer! Level 50!"

"Action Gamer! Level MAX!"

With a flash of light, the players suddenly don't seem to be so identical. One is now an exact duplicate of Ex-Aid's Maximum Mighty X form. Another wears black and white armor and is twitching like a zombie. Another is wearing a sailor's cap and has a lot of guns. Yet another is wearing dark red and purple armor with horns. And the last is wearing gold, white, black, and blue armor, with some sort of dial on the back.

"I call dibs on that one!" Zombie Gamer waves his hand, and a horde of grunts appears ahead of Tracer. Then they all merge into a giant, orange monster.

"Well, I'm going after these guys!" Quest Gamer teleports ahead of the group following Junkrat.

"Guess that leaves these guys to us!" Action Gamer prepares for battle.