Board Thread:Other Roleplay/@comment-108.193.28.68-20150625203604/@comment-26562452-20150626180105

Phobe felt like death had came over it and slapped it in the face. Which, most likely, might have happened. The phoenix stood up from it's throne, not caring how it was forever alone, took out a signed DVD of Feliz Navidad, and Phobe's greatest hits, popped it in the radio, and sat back down, bored like a sloth. Phobe then decided, maybe it would go visit idiots like Qeety, or maybe perhaps King Freddy.