Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30225761-20170220075001/@comment-29564364-20170402221033

(Sorry for my inactivity. Turns out I accidentally unfollowed this thread, so I stopped receiving email notifications.

But on the other end, there's still not much to do against a gigantic crumbling island. Maybe it was too much of an issue for us to handle.)

Seeing the Island falling apart, my crew turns to me.

Me: "Hey, don't expect a solution from me. I'm out of idea this time. Besides, why must I always be the one to come up with a plan?"

Tienna: "What should we do, then?"

Gwen: "They stopped it from falling, but it's still crumbling."

Matt: "Maybe we should just retreat..."

Me: "Hey, TheHD, mind giving us a hand here? A Deus Ex machina would be reeaally helpful right now. Or maybe bring in Omega for once."

[I don't think I need to answer that.]

Me: "Oh, come on! It's a desperate situation, this time."

[...]

Me: "I take that as a "no" then."

Matt: "Now is not the time to be talking to the sky, Alpha!"