Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170616114550/@comment-30700719-20170623114650

The Trieste pushed through the water, with all the speed of a drunken moth. Meanwhile, the decoy had been figured out, and now there were endless attacks on the hull. "To quote a YouTuber, FUCK THE OCEAN! Goddamn! These guys are persistent!"  I get up from the helmsman' seat and head over to the launch bay. Dashing up a ladder, I clamber into the Cyclops and take control of the sub.  The bus-sized submarine slowly lowers into the water, detaching from the Trieste. "Ahead Flank speed. We gotta get there fast." The Cyclops takes off, followed by most of the aquatic mamono who had been harassing the Trieste. 

Clutching a hand to her belly button, Momma licks her lips. "Oh, Endier! Momma's all worked up now! It'd be rude not to satisfy..." She reaches towards his pants, fingers scrabbling to find a handhold.