Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-26355186-20150819063938/@comment-24306135-20150825145830

Sauron sat around on Ceres, playing the harmonica and waiting for the others. He'd decamped in an old fortification, although for him, it was the same it'd been the day he'd left.

The Exo directed imaginary men and checked over imaginary ammo and invisible rifles. Sitting on a nearby table was a vitrified radio, which for him was spilling out casualty reports, datalists on munitions, and other things that had no existed for 500 years.

To any observer, the Exo was obviously and completely insane.