Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27344811-20190224030902/@comment-26892768-20190224032300

(For the first time in forever)

(I can actually say I'm here)

A closet door is promptly kicked open, and Avian Narrator promptly slides out on one knee, dramatically posing as epic orchestra music swells in the background...

Then he notices and gives the air a confused stare. "Why is the music still playing? I-I'm not singing the rest of the song. Stop."

And then the music dies as gracefully as a falling elephant.

"...eh, whatever." Avian shrugs, and then gets up. Noticeably, he has a new addition to his form - green spandex pants with red stripes on them. He looks at his fellow narrators. "Also, don't question the pants. All I'm going to say is that mistakes were made. That is all."