Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27661770-20190414050446/@comment-32932951-20190421170121

Risotto recoiled from the sudden damage that was instant. Was there something he couldn't see doing all this to him, his legs felt weak from the attack. All over his body really, Metallica muffled it a little bit but the metal ghost colony could only do so much. Teeth were very loose, almost to the point of rattling.

But nothing like this has stopped him from marching onward toward his goal, whether it be a small ghost plane with a supply of infinite carbon tracking bullets, to a two souled paranoid freak erasing parts of the future to benefit himself, Risotto would stay to the very end.

"That hit everyone here, the attacks so far have been indiscriminate..."