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Rp
Oct 15, 1642
The Great Solution

Tyrannus sits with his legs crossed in his throne,contemplating his next move, being swarmed by all sides and having a target on his head, he cannot just push the front line himself like he usually does. He organizes a massive speech for his “people” if you can call them that “CREATURES AND EVOLKERS, THE GREAT SOLUTION IS ABOUT TO COMMENCE IN…ten to twenty years…TIS’ NO MATTER. We shall crush these incompetent filthmongers…” Tyrannus looks at his brainless hoard and looks a bit disappointed “right…forgot my audience” Tyrannus waves his hand, black mist spews from his hand and the hoard moves out, crawling over top of eachother, clawing and scratching at eachother as they move towards where Dreadmor is pushing from