Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27049835-20190703211054/@comment-27344811-20190708021808

That may or may not be near the guzzlord tearing into the landscape.

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Ralph’s middle head stares. “Eat. Faster.”

Apollo scuttles inside. ————————

''Alas! It is not me causing such devastation. Oh, and who do we have have in this Motley assemble? Necrozma, of all beasts? A miracle you are being civil and not trying to drain our world dry.

DIE....

Charismatic.

Please refrain from prodding Necrozma.

The avatrar mutters about "father always ruining his fun".