Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20171217171524/@comment-27344811-20171222004440

Giratina stomps, shaking the floor, knocking over a few vials of some kind of potion thing...

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Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.

That's the only thing Waspinator hears as he plans in teh corner of his lair, the dripping and dropping coming from a recently killed animal that he's stuck to the roof. He needs something to vent his frustration on.

Why? He wants somebody dead, but he's angry, stuck on a planet with no means of escape. But he will find him.

Because he has plans.