Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28856385-20170225180111/@comment-4998588-20170226004608

Phobe stood among the other Demons as they hurried along with their military effort. All this time he had been with them, and yet he only learned little of their "Richtenism." Oh well, that didn't matter. He began to head to the castle, to offer his help to Father, whom he had worked with before as a bodyguard of sorts.

"Quiet, minions~!"

Nutella's command immediately caught the attention of the gathered Monsters in this secret hideout. She was sitting on some kind of poorly assembled throne, with a dull-looking crown atop her head.

"It's time we mobilize! Everyone's distracted with their stupid war stuff, and it's our chance to strike from the darkness! It took me years to store as much of the glorious nutella, but now we can weaponize it. You are to soon raid the outer towns and convert those who aren't apart of our cause. For that Richter guy, or something! ...And please, don't mess this up. Got it?"

There was a horrible noise that echoed through that building, apparently a cheer from those assmebled. It took minutes for even the minions next to the door to leave, and there ended up being a pile when the rest tried to exit as well. Nutella smiled regardless. The chaos was beginning soon, and it would be very, very fun.