As the reborn SimBen entered the room, DamnGlitch slipped through a door concealed on opposite of the entrance.
        "Where is their suspicion? Their hate? This is not right, not right at all."
He slowly climbed to the top of the tower, a place that managed to overlook the entirety of the MDb MB world.
In the sections that had no rulers, massive metallic bubbles covered everything, keeping everything out, or anything in. A small smile played across his face, something rather strange for him, when his eyes passed over Zonexe, his domain. To him, it was no more then a battery, just used for repairing damage and recharging weapons.
        "Which I didn't need to do any of this battle."        DamnGlitch was not happy with how the battle went. In his showdown with SimBen, he hadn't scored a kill, and the same happened in his fight with B07n. Not only that, but B07n had escaped out of the MDb MB world while helping bury the dead.
        "Too many died..." he said aloud, "And I couldn't get power from any of them."
The winds where blowing steadily now, so they masked the approach of the man from the shadows.
        DamnGlitch went right on talking, "You know I think this is a record for me! Lesee, thirty five days without a kill. There WAS that one time with the guy... and the thing, with the stuff..."
As DamnGlitch continued to muse to himself, the shadow man grabbed his shoulder.
        "I couldn't forget the, HOOLLLLY HELL!?!?! SimBen!" Screamed DamnGlitch, hissing the last part. He flipped back and powered up his sword. Without hesitation, he lunged and sliced at the other man.
SimBen sidestepped quickly, but not quickly enough to avoid getting his armor charred slightly.
He pushed DamnGlitch back and plunged a small sphere of static into his chest. It pulsed minorly before turning SimBen a flickering gray.
        "Stop DamnGlitch," He pleaded, "I'm not dang-"        DamnGlitch cut him off by leaping at him, sword raised.
        "LIKE HELL YOU BAST-" Was all he could say before being thrown back a good fifteen feet.
"You won't get through my armor, so listen to me," he started, "we need to settle things without a battle."
        DamnGlitch smirked "Nuts."
        SimBen circled DamnGlitch's spot of the floor.
        "You do know that at the time I had no emotions, right?"
        DamnGlitch glanced away nervously, "Uh...yeah, so?"
        "Then you know any hate for you I manifested were originating from Durandal, correct?"
        "Sure...whatever you say...I guess, but this don't mean I'm gonna get buddy buddy with you, got it?"
        SimBen smiled a little, "From what I've heard, you wouldn't do that with anyone." He turned to walk away.
        "Um, SimBen...Wait never mind...Tell everyone I'll see them later." He jumped nimbly to a near-by power line.
        SimBen turned back, "Where are you going?"
        "To think about who should receive the helmet."
        "Your not going to vote for yourself?"
        "Nope, don't deserve it."
        SimBen was about to say more when DamnGlitch sunk into the lines, and then down to Zonexe.
        He made up his mind later that night...


        One Week Later...
        Billy Chilly stood on a podium with an envelope. All the MDbers were there, each with an high amount of anxiousness.
"And the winner is..."