Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160208030927/@comment-26852465-20160220154520

"Dear brother," Lyle began reading aloud, though somewhat hushed.. reading out loud would be so bothersome. Both would still be able to hear him, though.

"If this is arriving to you late, then I apologize in advance. Mel and I are knee deep in sleepy monsters. Fighting the demon army is tough work, y'know? Well, hope you still believe that. I know you know I like to take it easy, and not give effort in... anything, really.

Inside this unassuming box are some gifts and useful stuff Mel and I found and/or made for you. Top layer is a long white cloth. You got that white scarf, well, sew this bad boy on, and that scarf will be a full-blown cape. I know how much you like those.. so flashy. Second layer are some more ingots to fix up your armor.. after all, plastic doesn't hold up very well, does it? No matter how strangely thick it is. Seriously, how do you even move, under all that? I guess your costume really is magical, like you said it was.

Mel found these berries, she hoped you'd like them. Since they're from Demon places, they're obviously magical. She said it'd make you breathe a random element, like a cone of fire or something. If you seasoned your cooking with the berries, I bet you'd be breathing pure poison.." Lyle shook his head in disgust. Antoine still mocked his MAGNIFICENT cooking!? If ever they met again, Lyle would give him a stern talking to. "Ahem.. stay strong, and keep fighting for your dreams, Lyle. You may work hard like an ant, but soon, that effort will pay off, like an ant that finds a donut. Don't eat any donuts, though. You'll get fat.

Sincerely, from the Punlord Mememaster himself,

Antoine."