On the PC, it was chaos. The Color Gang were fighting, all drugged under idiotstick’s control as it watched from the flashing pop-up she sat on, the smile permanently frozen onto her face as she watched. Then, suddenly- whack! It was kicked off its pop-up. As it sat up to gather her bearings, she looked behind her and saw someone she thought it’d never see again- Chosen. They had fought quite a while back.