Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20170830190857/@comment-27344811-20170831203324

Grievous ain't havin this shit.

He throws him into Giratina's room and contacts the Red leader. "M,lord, we have an... odd... being insisting on joining your- *coughing fit*- army."

Giratina's situation had become worse. His altered forme was thin and malnourished, only getting to eat every three days. The bare minimun to keep him alive. His eyes were sunken, the wings were weak, and he was still bloody and beaten. PETA would be so mad rn.

Giratina looks at the sack.. thing.