Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20181209183353/@comment-26120744-20181210011841

Mordred sprouts his wings and bursts into the sky, right towards Star Dream, Master Crown aglow and Galaxia crackling with power.

“OBEY!” Is his battle cry.

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Edge sighed and shook his head. Nihilism. He knew it well. But wait... what ‘he’ did Marx mean?