Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27120173-20190113071131/@comment-27344811-20190116141508

Meanwhile, In the land of Insektia, what appears to be a sword is scuttling around on three, spindly, steel legs. He's a Living Sword, actually- named Silvester. Parents thought it would be a funny pun.

Silvester was the sole survivor of an, uh... big explosion, yeah. He survived since he's... magic, thing? Mack won't stay dead forever, though... unfortunately. Silvester had come here to help with a certain infection problem. He's drawn to the sounds of laser blasts.

"You are no match for... SSSSCORPIORRRR!" A large, scorpion-themed robot with one eye rips through the infected Civilians. Silvester only knows him from Poker Night, but he seems okay. Sure, he's a war machine who terrorizes the kingdom, but he's not evil in a sense. Scorpior easily ripped through the infected, but one actually survived and was about to jump at him.

After hearing a chink, Scorpior turns his head 180 to find a sword lodged into the head. "Did I do that? Hello??? WHo did this?? This is MY area!.. wait wait, you're the sword that belongs to that Mack guy! What's he doing here, eh?"

"Actual," SIlvester pipes up. "He's dead right now. I came here."
 * "...wait, you can ACTUALLY TALK? I thought that was just an... an urban legend or somethin'."

"No, no. It's quite true. I just don't speak often in a crowded area. Two people are fine."
 * "... okay then. Uh.... seriously, why did you do that"

"I just saved your life."
 * "Okay, okay! No need to pile on!!"

"I just said o- oh, nevermind." Silvester retracts himself and scuttles closer. "Listen, I say we join forces. Obviously you can't take them all on your own, especially since there's way more coming. Besides, It's boring being a sword without a wielder."
 * "....fine, but we operate on SCORPIOR'S RULES!"

"Deal."