Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-8138569-20170405020642/@comment-31566721-20170521130832

Galaximus is now 40 yard away from the Sun.

Hierarch Artanis: .... That's all we can do! I don't want to risk my men facing this kind of zergling-class threat. Farewell! (The Golden Armada warps away)

FP: I think it is your turn now, Jenny. I *blushes* I- I trust you!