The Dayman, who was still looking over his head for his power level number. It was quite disconcerting for him, of course. Most of these vagrants do not know how to truly respect a man in a codpiece you know. They are too uncultured to be aware of what it means for one's social status and overall manliness. He was saddened by the fact that people could no longer be immediately aware of his greatness anymore. So he resolved to retrieve his own hovering power level board. He reached into his infinity belt and....oddly enough found nothing.<br/><br/>"Hmmm. It would seem as if those no longer exist. I guess Dow Jones is was the only one fiscally competent enough to create such a thing. No matter! One call home and I shall...hmmm. What's this?"<br/><br/>His hands wrapped around an odd shape and he pulled it from his belt. It was a cookie! Such a dazzling cookie. Baked with candies and chocolates, and nuts, but no bolts. Oh happy day! The Dayman was quite excited and......wait? Oh..oh my. Raisins? Oh goodness sire I am so sorry that you almost bit into that! Yes, yes the universe is quite cruel for gifting you a perfect cookie, tarnished my raisins. No matter my lord, it can be dealt with.<br/><br/>So he dealt with it, by tossing the cookie right at Scarlet's face, with no warning of course. Royalty need no warning at all, for they are nearly omnipotent. After that fiasco had been dealt with, and caught the end bit of Haley's speech about Project Midnight and something about monsters.<br/><br/>"Do clones count as monsters? Because I may know of one. The Nightman was cloned in some facility I managed to stumble upon in the Land of Obsidian. Which reminds me...can we go back there some day? I need another shard of obsidian for my wife."<br/><br/>That last bit probably wasn't heard, as a loud roaring overwhelmed his gloriously royal voice and they began to be circled by biker hoodlums.<br/><br/>"Your city? You do not even possess codpieces! Your city...how can one possess land without a proper codpiece? And you aren't even that loud!"<br/><br/>It is quite true, The Dayman only had to use 70% royal volume to speak over the calamity.<br/><br/>"I will show you noise!"<br/><br/>The Dayman took off his infinity belt, and shook it at the ground. A large garage plopped onto the ground next to the group and he took the back door (as is the royal way you see). He emerged a mere three moments later, with an entirely new attire. He was decked out in leather, with a royal sparkly crossbow on his back (with codpiece tipped bolts of course). His shoulders possessed tattered old football pads and his gleaming royal face was now covered in oil and black face paint. He swaggered over to the garage door and lifted it up. Revealing a large go-kart, which was essentially an upside down codpiece on wheels. It had monstrous pipes in the back for exhaust and a massive blower on the front (ironically of course for such a thing named 'blower' to be nestled onto a housing for genitalia you see).<br/><br/>He took his seat, strapped in (because seatbelts are important children) and revved the engine. It was so disastrously loud that it even pushed the cookie that was now a mere inch from Scarlet's face, and exploded it. He pressed the gas and began to circle the circling bikers, laughing a royal laugh.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>The Nightman began to scheme. Yes, scheme. In quite an evil fashion. He was finally getting the hang of being evil. He had a codpiece shaped throne and everything right there in front of his laptop, which was still being used for manufacturing his robot clones. Well, and occasionally porn. But mostly clones, we swear. Just please...don't go to the search engine and type "asian" or "hobo"...he is going through a phase right now. He's...exploring. Just...oh hey! Look sir, some hideous...umm...actually sir I don't quite know what that is.<br/><br/>The Nightman got out of his chair and approached the....mass of...dead...and possibly somewhat alive...things that was approaching him with a zombie. He resisted the urge to vomit, although only partially, because a bit of it dribbled out anyway, but he managed a smile for his apparent guest regardless.<br/><br/>"What are you..doing.....here....sir? Thing? I...can't quite place you, I apologize. Are you one of those gender fluid creatures I keep reading about on the internet? I am The Nightman and this is my facility."