Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20170829003919/@comment-27661770-20170830171446

(that's fukkin l i t)

Meanwhile, on a completely different world, a lightbulb-man sat in an office chair.

"...this won't do. This. Won't. Do."

He was stressed. Ever since the Invasions, Bunkum had gone from a vibrant place of culture to a soldier's brain, in essence. Culture was muted for fear of assault.

It had been over a month since the last stirrings of an attack, but that didn't stop the once-doddering Newton from cleaning up his act, overhauling his approach, and finding his success born out of need.

The people needed armanents.

And he was here to arm the people.