Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-30014014-20190507054729

Host-Prad watches the displaybefore him in front of his accumulating crowd. His lightning-charged finger rises, his voice, teeming with disappointment "To think the corpse would shed its false skin so early, yet so late as well. Just as it was starting to entertain..."

His finger is now pointed at Pramool's enormous form, to which he fires another dense bolt, this time, screeching for one of his eyes "Perhaps your velocity will have remained untouched by your blind worship of mass...assuming your reaction itself is unspoiled..."