Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190503173247/@comment-27344811-20190504020353

10K says nothing more. "Anyways.... soooo, uh, can somebody tell me what's with the Skull castle over there?" --- "And you would be wrong."

Crashing down behind them is.. unmistakably Malware. However, his current form, despite still being vastly muscular, is very much different from the form he took last time.

This is the form of a Quetzalacoatulus.

His "mouth" has thinned like a long, slender beak. His arms enlongated, a red, translucent membrane wrapping around his body. The largest wing joint on each wing is a hollow hoop, like a sort of levitation device. A large crest made of spikes adorns his head.

He slowly walks forwards. "But of course you are wrong. Tell me something, Plumber... would you enjoy it? Being trapped inside of a room, forced to helplessly observe galvans flock around you, making fun of you, describing you as a virus, a mistake? To have the illusioned children be blissfully unaware of my full story? And then, after so long of silence, have the Galvan whom I kidnapped so long ago, and Vilgax the Conquer, take your body, mold it, reshape it, and force yourself to be used as nothing more than an object while you could only HELPLESSLY WATCH?!"

Malware roars, assuming the mish-mash of Tek creatures he become earlier- but now, with the addition of gigantic membrane wings on his shoulders.

 "WOULD YOU, PLUMBER?!" Malware charges at them, guns blazing. "YOU KNOW NOTHING!"

eeeouch. Seems Rook has pissed him off with that.