Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5366868-20170423095710/@comment-27227983-20170424131005

Goldwyn throws his crown at the spikes, and it managed to throw the missiles off course, making them land into the ground, or at 49s. A few of them even hit the cube. And what they hit turned into gold. It was infectious. Goldwyn begins to walk forward, and he kicked the crown to the air, and it landed on his head.

Goldwyn: You should try doing this thing called "aiming". Just because it's old doesn't mean only hipsters do it. Observe. *Throws his crown at a Project 49, and it turned it into gold, then bouncing to hit another, and another, and another before bouncing into Goldwyn's grasp*

The new set of golden 49s didn't attack, but instead begin to group together...

Goldwyn: It's funny, how you seem to be a leader with great power... Even so, with all of this you planned out, this attack, your 49s, that cube you got... You seem really prepared. If you bring that kind of strength, you must be expecting to fight a formidable enemy... Then that means...! *Trying not to laugh, but ends up doing so, loud and obnoxiously* That means you're AFRAID of us! *Obnoxious laughing continues, and he points his finger at Catno, mocking her* Man, this is GOLD! (No pun intended :3)