Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27227983-20161023042642/@comment-27227983-20161023070652

Peashooter Sultan: I just noticed that Ania's still not back. I'm getting worried.

Artix: Go find her then. *Hands the Sultan a modified shotgun* Take it just in case if you encounter any Mythicals, corrupt plants or strangers

Peashooter Sultan: Understood. *Starts looking for Ania*

(Mythical Dropship)

Mythical Queen: So, Commander, how were the meteors?

Commander Soul: The meteorites containing our scouting mythicals landed in our target location.

Mythical Queen: Excellent-

Commander Soul: But, some corrupt Mythicals ate them up before they can get back to report what they saw.

Mythical Queen: Let's skip to phase 2. Alarm the civilians of the planet.

Commander Soul: *Hacks the software of the satellites that control all technology.* Done.

Mythical Queen: Let's record it, live.

( T.V.s, Cellphones, Computers and every other type of tech on Earth stopped their usual functions to deliver a message from the Mythical Queen herself.)

(Message)

Mythical Queen: Greetings organic peasants of this planet. I do not come in peace. I am after a traitorous Frostbolt Shooter, the false heir to my throne and the destruction of your world. Refrain from hiding to make the job of my commander easier as all attempts of resistance will fall and crumble. Any remaining survivors will be imprisoned and later fed to a Mythical Snapdragon. In short, you will all die. Your's truly, The Queen of all Mythicals.

(Message ends and all machines return back to their usual functions.)

Mythical Queen: Let the fun begin. *Evil grin*