Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-29637681-20170514033014/@comment-29637681-20170827192401

"Hm...Did you really expect me to go down this easily? I shall not deal with you as of now. Instead I shall summon and torture you all with the burning souls of the Skulls; the scourge against all mandkind!"

As he mutters his third sentence slams can be heard with every syllable he says. Thunder cracks overhead, and...

DEATH.

Thousands of...things...crawling over the borders. Everyone tries to fight, but they get ripped to shreds before they can react. The things ignore Vulture and his followers, however, as he merely laughs. Then he runs off, for real, back to his lair.

This was something he had planned out the whole time; something behind the mask. Now it was finally taking place.

"Go! Chase after him! We'll hold off the horde!" Drip, Logmor, Lecias, and most of the crowd try to fight the dark gelatanious animals.

Adder, Wraak, and Cinder sprint off as fast as they can through the hallways and around the mountain. The last thing they can hear is Drip's howling as the abominations rip him to shreds and drive flaming branches into his eyes.

These creatures are not to be messed with, they dominated this world for one hundred and sixty years. They're smarter, stronger, tougher, and faster than any of us in all ways possible. Is it any wonder why these beasts are slaughtering the enemy in the most brutal way possible?