Zero-The-Reploid

Due to a major event going on in my life (Moving to bleeding college) I'll be forced to leave the roleplay earlier than I thought. Consider Zero missing in action and Cerveau locked away in his bunker, I shall be back as soon as I get used to the enviroment (and once I have time) DONT YOU DARE DESTROY THE RESISTANCE RUINS, EH???

Despite being fixed by Pharaoman, Zero still had, from time to time, outbursts of his other half, the "original programming" version, as it had come to name itself He was working on another carved figure, smaller this time, but he had to stop continuously because of his alter ego "This is boring, we should be out there killing X!" "For the hundreth time, I'm not going to do that" "YOU'RE SO BORING!" Before he had any chance to reply, he coughed, and dropped to his knees. Gaping for air, he held onto the carving. In a moment, his struggle to breathe was obstructed by something creeping up his throat. Zero threw up whatever it was onto

Zero is seen lying on the beach face down, in a pretty banged-up state, his leg and arms armor with a chewed-up look, and a quite large part of his helmet missing He shuffled every now and then, but for the most part, he was out cold... who knew for how long it'd been that way? Or when he'd regain consciousness? Yet, from time to time, a laugh could be heard from within his body. Something wasn't quite the same as it had been before... ((He ran away whilst being amidst a mine field, and leaped into an ocean thinking it'd be safe, only to be proven wrong by giant shark mechaniloids and traps and octopuses and a yellow submarine. Poke the d