Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27227983-20170210121203/@comment-27227983-20170211133132

Silas: Right, right. *Carries Tangles* I'll go get the bucket for him to puke in...

The Red Stinger was frozen in time, and a few Torch-Torns surrounded him, with their railgun arms painted at him. Silas didn't spot him, but his technology did...

Torch-Tron: Orders. Shoot to kill. *Goes Turret Mode, and aims at the Red Stinger, then fires relentlessly*