My first experience with gases was fumigation. We had these little cockroaches starting to invade our home.
Getting in our food with their carrying their illnesses and bacteria on their carapace while lurking in the shadows. I had to figure out a way to drive them away from our living space and keep them from making us sick.
I came up with a mixture of gases that would eat away at their carapace and cause these little pests as much pain as they could possibly endure before they perished.
As I watched as the gas settled upon them, they began to scatter, scurrying away as they made little screaming noises. While the ones that were hit directly were melting away into husks while twitching on the floor.
Now, we are beset by an infestation of insects led by a “goddess” of pestilence her insects creeping around hiding in the shadows of her gullet. Waiting to be unleashed upon the whole of Arcadia. Gemini’s diseased insects waiting within her to be spread across every level.
Gemini, the all-powerful Horsewoman of Apokalypsis her insectile vermin army. Nothing but cockroaches in need of fumigation. Gemini, what happens when my gasses come in contact with your vermin? How will your body react to pieces of your being as they’re melted away?
What happens when Arcadia’s ultimate infestation meets the Ultimate Exterminator, and the only choice you and your little bugs have is to breathe deep and choke on the smoke?
You want the whole of Arcadia to perceive you as the Goddess of Pestilence. An unbridled and unstoppable she bitch from the darkest depths of Arcadia.
Well, what happens when you know you can exterminate a God? When you can knock one of the Apokalypsis Riders from their horse forever. What does that make me?
I will tell you, it means that despite what you may think, we’re not equal. I will be a scientist who can kill a Goddess and her unholy horde. Gemini’s own personal exterminator has come to solve Arcadia’s infestation problem.
The statement used to be, “Your arms are too short to box with God” and I will change it to, “God’s arms are too short to box with Nox.”
So, walk out to that ring Pestilence and I will make sure to bring my gas and your little lice can feel what true eradication is. As it washes over them like the shockwave of a massive explosion that will consume every bit of you. But I won’t need the fire, all it will take is the smoke to make even the Goddess suffer like a mortal at the hands of Nox!
At the end of this week lil’ miss Goddess, science, and reality will come a calling to you, and its message will be loud and clear, “In the end everything dies, even the self-proclaimed Gods.”