Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160229022316/@comment-26852465-20160312013244

"Eeeee! Wrong!" Velma stood proudly, having stumped him. "It was the Matango! Now, your punishment, for answering incorrectly!" Her eye flared up.. and from behind her manifested... a single white feather. This feather, aided by Velma's magic, floated over to Armstrong... and began to tickle him.

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"Yeah! Hoof it now!" Abernathy felt that, with the right amount of luck, they could break through this horde of ravenously lusty monsters. If one of them got pinned down, Abernathy could always trigger another trap.

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"Mmmn.. more tea, Mr. Bear?" The girl seemed to be dreaming.