Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-30384301-20170524075408/@comment-27873981-20170529012009

Carrotillery: *continues firing missiles*

FP: I've got to help BBQ.

RS: Stay away, FP. That's his fight.

FP: *beams herself to the camp*

BBQ: *throws Flamecalibur at Carrotillery, who gets his cannons cut off, then grabs it and uses a Powerup Key to make Flamecalibur into the Hellfire Shotgun*

Carrotillery: *sees a Code Corruptor* No more, BBQ! Grant me mercy, I beg of you!

BBQ: You, who are without mercy, now you plead for it? I thought you were made of sterner stuff.