Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20190911160611/@comment-27344811-20190913175149

Brain Drain stops the spikes mid-air and they drop harmlessly.

A piece of the sky "darkens" into a large hexagon. It's joined by more.

The hexagonic sphere slowly slides onto the back of a very large robot, and it falls to the ground and smashes the earth upon landfall.

"Go." Brain Drain commands, as the Basilisk jets out of the crater and at Painwheel. --- "Well, I could always use company, Drill Knight stretches. "So if I would every recruit any to my cause, It wouldn't to have them dig for me. And, ypur opinion? Does not matter to me. At all. As fro the nearest town, it's actually I believe'' a bit south, and then head east."