Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-29637681-20171103171830/@comment-29637681-20171211000256

“Hide, fast.” Wraak urges everybody to go find a hiding spot.

Right when everybody does, an army of Stegosaurus file into the room. They’re armed with iron helmets and steel leg guards. When they walk, steel grinds against steel.

Stegosaurs serve as guards in the Empire’s caste system, and they’re damn good at it.

The room doesn’t empty out; when a guard leaves the room, two more take his place. They start inspecting the various nooks and crannies that anybody could be hiding in. Their tails slam against the walls, attempting to flush an intruder out of their hiding area.