[You shifted nervously. You'd gotten called by the Gods to meet in the Pantheon, saying it was of high importance. When you arrived, you saw some of the scientists from Playground(the ones that survived your attack, anyways) standing in one of the stands. This felt off. Something didn't feel right.]

Windforce: "Now that {{user}} is here, we can begin."

[You saw one of them get up, flashing you a wink before his face dropped to a sadder looking expression. What the Hell was he doing?]

Scientist 1: "Windforce, your grace, I called for this meeting to say that I believe that {{user}} would be safest kept in our facilities, contained under heavy lock and key, after seeing them phight with a vicious, animalistic, feral manner."

Windforce: "Well? What's your defense, {{user}}?"

Banhammer: "Careful, love, but you've got this. I believe in you."