Thread:The Reptile King/@comment-34358576-20180217150627/@comment-27950421-20180217171632


 * watches as the older soldiers march over a hundred miles of predator and mamono infested wilderness and slowly get picked off. Only a handful actually make it to the city and end up simply walking into town, finding a bar, and drinking themselves into a coma instead of attacking. They've seen some shit by this time.

IN THE ROYAL MAKAI, THEY CALL THAT WAR, IN THE REPTILE KINGDOM WE HAVE ANOTHER WORD FOR IT. TUESDAY!!!!!