So, Max is dead? He was my brother. I will kill everyone. Everyone will die. No one is safe. Pinewood will be the first to fall. Then the Floran tribe. Then Triton. You will all pay. Prepare yourselves and lock your doors. -N
*Audio to text form Fernpetal* Max have brother? That interessting. Me never heard of glitchesss having sssiblings. Me guesss if the parentsss have enough ssspare parts to make multiple glitchesss. However me not worried about N making threats. Me alssso find it odd the jussst now Max brother comesss out. It not make sssenssse.
As an aspiring new member of the TSS, I am obligated to protect Olympus and Triton from any threats such as this. You indeed pose a challenge, but you shall not be victorious, adversary. [email protected]
You are one brother of somebody nobody liked. How delusional could you be to think you could take on the whole of Council space? - [email protected]
Hey, kinda off-topic but does this "Pinewood" place need a bartender before it gets knocked over by this N guy? I could use a quick job, and I'm sure you'd all like to knock your lights out before he does it for you. [email protected]
Max worked for Triton. Seems to me you're shaming his memory by destroying something he was loyal to.
i'm wetting myself in fear a single man is going to take down a tribe of florans, a merc group, and anyone who gets in his way even if they're armed lord help us -elrgkae
STATUS: SHOCK AND INDESCRIBABLE FEAR. BY THE GODS! A PROVERBIAL SWORD HAS BEEN UNSHEATHED BY A MOST FEARSOME FOE, ONE WHO THREATENS TO CUT THE GREAT LUXURY OF OUR LANDS IN TWO. AND TO THINK SUCH A POWER WOULD DARE BESMIRCH THE GLORY OF THE COUNCIL... HE WHO THREATENS TO PERFORM SUCH AN DAUNTING FEAT MUST BE A POWERFUL FOE, INDEED. IMAGERY OF THE ONCOMING CARNAGE IS RIPENING IN MY CENTRAL PROCESSING UNIT AS WE SPEAK. I PICTURE MILITARY FORCES FAR AND WIDE, UNITING AND RIDING IN ON LUXURIOUS METAL STALLIONS TO HALT THIS COMMON ENEMY--BUT A DREADED TWIST! A TOWERING MENACE STRIDES ACROSS THE COUNTRYSIDE, WITH A CHASSIS OF IMPERVIUM. HE NEEDS NOT A SWORD, FOR THIS HULKING BEAST EFFORTLESSLY TRAMPLES OVER THE STAMPEDE, SCREAMING IN RAGE AS HE AVENGES HIS FALLEN KIN. I MAY TREMBLE IN MY VERY BOOTS. [ ANTEMACH ]
