“here’s a sample of DUZII. use it wisely, 226w6. use it for any means you wish to utilise it in, bring peace with it’s help. we’re all depending on you to do so.” that was all 226w6 was told at the facility, when they had initially been presented with DUZII. the facility they worked for as a spy, going under the guise as an alchemist in the simulation world the facility housed deep within its quarters, had been the first ever to produce the first traces of DUZII. there were many more variants to be discovered & made, so this first version of DUZII was dubbed “DUZII_01”. 226w6 had gladly accepted the sample of DUZII they were given. it wasn’t much, only menial, as much as they could be trusted with by the facility; but they didn’t mind. they took the sample straight back to their laboratory, which was concealed in a basement underneath their alchemist’s shop, where they conducted most of their experiments. as soon as they reached their laboratory, they slammed the tube the sample was kept in into a holder made specially for it, & set to work on their newest project to help bring about world peace— dolor.

dolor was a spirit. he’d always been one, & the way 226w6 discovered the spirit’s existence was by some rather extensive searching through the blogs of robloxia. he was like a formless ghost, a wisp, with no physical form whatsoever, floating about through the world of robloxia & the dimension of ROBLOX itself, searching for any empty body he could take hold of to finally become physical. well, it wasn’t like there were tons of spiritless bodies lying all about robloxia like trash on the beach, so dolor had had no success in finding a body that met those standards that he could take hold of, & essentially possess. if the spirit got near to a spiritless body, it had already been cremated before he could properly take hold of it or had already been thrown to the depths of the ocean already. 226w6 knew this, & they set about creating a body good enough so that the spirit could enter it. they nicknamed the spirit “dolor”, initially only for the intention so that they didn’t have to keep referring to the spirit as “spirit” or “soul”, but it quickly became the spirit’s name. 226w6 didn’t know whether or not the spirit would like the name, but that was a problem for a later date. right now, they had work to do—setting dolor up with a brand-new body of his own. so they got to work. 226w6 salvaged an old, rusty body of armour from a garbage site, onto the helmet of which they attached a fresh, teal plume—the colour matching the one of DUZII’s colour-coding. they polished, scrubbed at & fixed up the armour the best they could, & in the end, the set of armour was as good as new, save for the rust still embedded deep in the joints. they re-pained the joints & made small lines of teal paint along the chest plates & arm-plates of the armour, customising it beautifully before they finally put the head back on to the full armour set & put it in the horizontal chamber that would be the way dolor’s spirit would enter the body & finally become physical. 226w6 had calculated the exact time when dolor’s spirit would be in the vicinity of the body prepared for him, & indeed it was. as 226w6 glided away in their chair from the chamber dolor’s soon-to-be-physical-body was now set in, the stray spirit soon detected the hollowed-out body set out specifically for him & entered it, invisible & undetectable—upon contact, beginning the long process of registering the new body as his own…for the first time in eons.