This was the final straw. The hermits had gone... completely insane this time. Sure, at times, they had the tendency to take things too far (a la NHO), But this... this was too much. But, then again, he did come back, so in a sense, he brought this upon himself.

Etho pondered this to himself as the room around him roared with chaos. Looking back, the events made no sense. At least, it made no sense for it to be real. Yes, it was all a joke, and Iskall, False and Hypno had all been in on it. Yes, that would be False, using a disguise and imitation Grian's voice, and that was Hypno, in a costume and using his knowledge of special effects to intimidate, and Iskall would be using the glint of the glasses and some old recordings to imitate the image of Sl1pg8r. It was all so clear now, but he just needed some way to prove it.

Etho leaned over to Beef, who had just pulled himself up off the ground, and told him his plan to expose the gag before the "missing" hermits could carry it further. Beef would cause some sort of diversion while Etho would jump onto the person who was likely Hypno, pull the masque off. He seemed to completely ignore the fact the dark figure had just knocked Sl1pg8r to the ground and the fact that everyone else was cowering in fear.

It was sudden; Beef jumped up, shouted "What is THAT," and pointed at the opposite wall. For a moment, everyone, including the dark figure turned their heads in the general direction that beef pointed at, while Etho rapidly jumped up and latched himself onto the dark figure, before realizing his mistake.

Iskall was gone. Doc had lost him, he had obviously reached the portal first. It was not that far of a journey, considering the fact that he had made it several times before. The meeting was not terribly important, but what else was he going to do.

It seemed fairly normal up until his arrival. He heard screaming. It was a bit distant, but nonetheless; screaming. Rushing towards the source, but still trying to stay hidden, he saw something that horrified him. A dark figure, unnaturally devoid of colour, save for a flash of green, and the now limp figure of the person who was, until recently, likely the source of the screaming and yelling. Etho, with his clothes torn, and a red stain on the back of his vest. Then he, and the figure, were gone. Whoever this person was, Doc would make them pay or the assault on his closest friend.