Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190914222403/@comment-27661770-20190915033428

In the middle of a snowy zone, a door in the middle of the glistening white fluff bangs open. An almost black iron... Boot? Foot? Armor piece? Tramples the soft, cold, slightly wet precipitation into practically ice, as an equally jet-black body of what looks like mechanical armor strides out. The only tell it isn't are the ethereal blue orbs floating like tint balls of flame behind a pair of goggles.

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There wasn't a lake there before. Let alone a green meadow.