Testing…testing…testing.

the Gamemasters are assembled, minus Three, however they are replaced by a Hologram of what looks to be a Artificial Intelligence, all in a small room with a window overlooking a chamber, carrying a Writhing Mass(from the Noobinian territories)

AI: One, your testing notes are quite dangerous and such experimentation on this specimen could yield…disastrous results.

1: just…do…it. I’m tired of you trying to persuade me not to.

2: s-sir…not even I want to do this…trying to create the Writherius Grandus could cause them to break out and…such a creature took a entire country to kill…no such creature could be contained like this. We’d have to increase security measures to a Zeta class.

4: A ZETA CLASS?! THAT THING COULD BLINK AND EVERYONE IN THIS BUILDING’LL BE DEAD!

5: yes, even I must admit it’s dangerous. However, such a specimen could yield the right…”cure”, I guess. To the Writhings. Im voting continue.

4: W-WHAT?! YOUR AGREEING TO MURDER US ALL!

3(distorted): g-guys…what if…you create it elsewhere? In a simulation of its environment? Then it wouldn’t kill us…all…

AI: What Master Three says is correct. a simulated environment would calm the Writhing Behemoth Zeta Class, potentially allowing it to sleep so that we may extract samples of it’s blood.