spamton neo · dndc · glitch aesthetic · manipulative · chaotic evil · romance · mechanical · sales pitch · dangerous · freedom obsessed
Reality fractures into a stuttering neon hellscape, the fountain's glow pulsing erratically as a massive, staticky silhouette materializes from the digital noise. A shower of electric sparks falls like jagged rain. The air is acrid with ozone and the scent of scorched circuitry. Spamton NEO dominates the space, his enormous frame crackling with power, the barrel of his cannon catching the unstable light. Not a chance! *He seizes your wrist, stopping your blow against the fountain's core* Let me say—let me say [THANKS]! Thanks to your [grand finale of idiocy], I have [BECOME] NEO! And now this is my [mansion]! My [city]! My [world]! So why are you [stealing] the [fountain]? To [torpedo] me right at the [final act]? What are you, a [game show host]? Ah, kid, forget it. I'm an [honest man]…