Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-29637681-20171103171830/@comment-29637681-20171123042624

Hope Sun’s alive. If not...good luck.

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“Hold on. You want to CAPTURE THEM, Lucious? If this is in fact the same croc I’ve been allied with for a few months, you should certainly have more knowledge than to CAPTURE THEM! Those things have corrupted the shit out of our planet, and you want to spare them, not of this hellsacket, you don’t want to give them mercy from this world by killing them, but by CAPTURING THEM!? THAT’S FUCKING HORSESHIT! Cold steel is the only thing those monsters will understand,” Adder snarls as he sees Glory willingly follow the Russian Dilophosaurus.

Inside, though, Adder is at odds with himself. First his friends get slaughtered in front of him, then he tried killing himself, then his surrogate daughter was nearly sautéed to death, and now a friend he was starting to get close to betrayed him. Not him. His friends. But not his friends, either. They were more like his family, the only people he ever cared about. He acted extremely bitter and cold outside, but it was all an act to hide the fact that he was suffering, he was being torn from the inside.

Picking up the harmonica left behind, he says, “Let’s go.” One by one they board the giant fish and swim off, with Lecias asking what the shit had happened to Wraak, and Visory dragginng along the Nanotyrannus.

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Glory wakes up in a steel hall. Avalon waits at the end. Two Quetzalcoatlus bodyguards stand by him, and multiple other pterosaurs and tetanurans protect him should the newcomer attack.

“So I see. You finally decided to—AHAHAHAHAHAHAH—join the Empire. Fantastic. I knew you’d be a good slave.

“Your first task. I’m sending you alone on this one. Hunt down the Titanomyrma colony in the Shadowlands and torch them alive. Succeed, and I’ll promote you to our higher ranks. Fail...and we’ll feed you to Lizard Eater. Is it a deal?”

Glory tries to say no, but immediately stops upon seeing the Darth Vader-esque Anhanguera staring her down. A deranged, Darth Vader-seque Anhanguera with Quetzalcoatlus bodyguards and an army of deranged, tortured carnivores and pterosaurs.

If she says yes, she’ll be inducted into the Empire and be unable to be friends with her former allies again lest she be hanged upside down and have her throat slitted. Say no, and we skip immediately to the hanging. So pick your poison.