Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28856385-20170219050753/@comment-26426764-20170221235534

The Great Crusaders, of course, were completely oblivious to this so called bombing that would occur. The programming of such Filth would not be permitted on the Pure televisions of the Demons. For the sake of their own intelligence, they had previously sent spies to the surface. These spies had returned with valuable information, delivered in person to Günter. Such an embarrassing defeat would not be tolerated, the information was then delivered to the Father in person. He was enjoying a little private time, you know, bathing in what was once King Asgore's castle (Now claimed for his own with the Holy Land's takeover).

"Sir..." Günter entered slowly as to not disturb him. Heinrich's temper was both one of the most scary and annoying things in the Underground, to Günter at least. "We have received very important information... Crucial to ruining our plans."

"Ah, Günter. Tell me of the great successes we are to win!" His bald head shined in the light, the only thing of this vile man that would ever shine.

"...The Humans plan to bomb our most excellent base of operations, right here in-" Father's relaxation soon turned to an absolute blinding rage. "Absolute... CRETINS! They plan to destroy my Holy Land - The place of Richter's greatest achievement?! They wish to DESTROY all remnants of our Great Lord?! They wish to... GAH." He punched a hole in the wall, very impressive for someone of both his age and physique. "Günter..." He growled as he spoke now, even the mighty Günter was starting to fear what he might do next.

"Yes, sir?" Was the only thing he could think of asking. He cringed at what was coming next.

"Prepare whatever troops we have. Set up the most impenetrable defense you can think of. I refuse to let my life's work be destroyed by some FILTH." Father took deep breaths and tried to calm himself down, but his rage only grew as Günter offered little in reply.

"...At once, sir."