12-19-2020, 11:51 PM
Sparks crackling off his fluffy ears, and the vaporwave sparkledoggo huffed and looked to Rhine. His fluffy tails lashed behind him as he stepped towards the immunes. The pastel explosion hated this whole business involving the Condemned—but he understood their war would be an eternal one, if not stopped. Fighting now, while the other groups teetered in faltering legs, would be easier than fighting alone.
“Right,” he grumbled. He glanced at Medusa, remembering their teamwork last time the Palm Glades fought on Typhoon soil. “The Coalition doesn’t stand a chance.”
can't let the hands of time enslave us.
that's not how i'll go!
like the men we are
that's not how i'll go!
————— ⬆ ————— pharaoh — dating kole — descendants of the departed ————— ⬇ —————
these memories fade to stardust, let's brave the world like the men we are