Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20190911160611/@comment-27344811-20190914113036

Drill looks at the orb. “If you call a cheery, grassy landscape a hellhole... then yes.”

He clears his throat. “May as well help all of you get to townC considering... Well, the people of Pridemoor wouldn’t appreciate loosing their money at this time of crisis. Which is unfortunate, as I had planned things....”

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Basilisk reaches out with one arm. The arm is quickly joined by... a giant tuba. Okay.

And then it BLASTS painweel.