Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-25808351-20190221044307

(Everyone) “Yeah well, he should cut that shit out. Last thing I want is some rando from another world askin about my seed. No to mention I feel he should have noticed my wedding ring and done the math.” Marcus plops down in a chair and crosses his legs.

“Yes, yes, mutt. I’m aware Cyndwella has claim to your unmentionables. You need not inform me. Now then, we still have a month in a half before Pramool begins hostilities-“

“Begins?! In case you’ve forgotten, overlord, that ancient prick just killed a dozen people today! I’d say shit already started. We’ve got no reason to believe he’s gonna wait till judgement day.” Marcus jumps out of his seat in anger.

“Maybe so, but I will take the chance and wait till we are ready. Until then, you will have to occupy yourself. Find something to vent your frustration on.” Armata in response to Marcus, takes a seat in an opposite chair, rubbing his temple.