Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190708160627/@comment-30465368-20190715215045

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Deep in a forest, an old Bastion unit sat silently against a tree, it’s rectangular eye devoid of any color. A small yellow bird flies over to the robot, perching itself on the shoulder of it, and in an instant, they power on, their eye glowing a calming blue. The machine looks at the bird, welcoming it, and slowly gets up.

Elsewhere, in a place known only as the Gungeon, a large bullet donning a red cape was wandering the halls. It was wielding a rather flimsy AK-47 and fired a few bullets at every wall as it explored, in search of something.