Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190311023614

(Everyone) Armata stood in the windowsill, looking over the devastation and misery Pramool’s forces have caused. “Of course. He attacked before he said he would.” The Vampire sneered.

“He’s a god, his word is worth less than the paper I used to wipe my ass yesterday.” Marcus barks.