Conventional attacks weren't working, that much quickly became evident to Ephantus. He stopped firing at Dow Jones after a while and decided to take note of what the others were doing to combat their odd opponent.<br/><br/>A protest movement.<br/><br/><br/>A strange surge of calculation errors and enigmatic runtimes washed throgh him (all in a long forgotten syntax that would make one go mad simply by looking at it) and after a moment Ephantus decided to call this phenomenon outrage. If they wanted to sit around being hippies, fine by him. HE was going to do something more direct.<br/><br/>But he would be damned if he was going to do so with annoying economics-based attacks.<br/><br/>"This place..." he looked around slowly. Oh. Now he recongized what it was. A projection of Dow Jone's very soul. "A VERY FOOLISH THING TO DO, ECONOMANCER." Ephantus boomed.<br/><br/>Then he began to release his consciousness into the whole area. THe air began to hum with static. If one were to pay closer attention they would realize it was binary. Of course, that binary was simply the safest way their brains could prcess the unspeakable words and syllables that were beginning to spread all across the realm.<br/><br/>"TIME FOR A HOSTILE TAKE-OVER!" Ephantus yelled...then immediately regretted it.