Board Thread:Other Roleplay/@comment-4998588-20151004224052/@comment-5020502-20151009003724

(I'm not ded.)

Phobe stared at the little joyful messenger. Dark thoughts came rushing to its head. Phobe smiled at the thought of walking over to the puppet, and bashing his head repeatively. How distasteful was it that something so... happy, was in the throne room of the king? Phobe shook out the thoughts. Now was not the time. Phobe gingerly took the scrolls from the puppet, and began to read the volunteers. "Huehuehuehuehue. Huehuehu- (Let's see. John Jameson. Lebron James. Henry Whitefrost. Cain Edenson. Peter Par-)" A voice came from the depths of Phobe's head. The voice had saved it, from a dangerous fire, a while back. Phobe owed the owner of the voice, the admin, known as The Yiffer, its life. Or, its new life. "Edenson! I knew it! That fool would send his son against me! Order this, "Cain", to be executed!" "Huehuehuehuehuehue? Huehueuhu- (Sir, I believe that this is just a simple coincidence. I doubt that he wou-)" "Shush! I must think." The Yiffer responded. Phobe did, what was the closest to a facepalm for birds, but still, the words echoed in its head. Phobe stood up, deciding that it might be smart to check out this, Cain Edenson, personally.