Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20190515161558/@comment-36289716-20190517042133

Casandra sighs. ''"I wish I would've stayed dead, then."

Gargos, having discovered the joy of ring constructs, sits on a yellow construct, made by his ring, of course.

An Omen walks up to Gargos, bringing news. ''"Lord Gargos, the mimics have successfully weakened the resistance, but they're still defeating large amounts of mimics."

"Hmm... make sure the resistance will be weak enough to fall by my hand once the time comes." Gargos stands up, unsummoning the construct throne he had created.

The Omen then takes the time to look at Gargos, noticing the suit he's wearing. ''"What, may I ask... are you wearing?"

Gargos looks at his strange costume. '''"I'm not quite sure... seemed to have came with the ring. Some invisible force also said something about, umm... Sinestro Corps, whatever that is."

The Omen nods despite being confused and walks off. Gargos then returned to sitting on a construct throne.