Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-28955060-20160725011355/@comment-28170748-20160818012800

Firey: W- What's going on?

Mail: Don't you know what we want? The island.

Firey: Never!

Mail: You sure?

Firey: Yes.

Mail: Hehe, very well then.

The ground starts cracking, darkness clouds creep over, and the sun disappears.