Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-25175520-20150307231018/@comment-24306135-20150421114630

As Sauron glanced up at his compatriot's panicked call, he readied his weapons, exchanging his Two For The Morgue for one of the much-vaunted Ice Breaker sniper systems. He stowed his Red Death as well, drawing a Cryptic Dragon, set for Firefly mode, from his storage matrix. As he had shut off his music some time ago, he decided to greet the Fallen interlopers in classic style. He drew an ancient Old-Earth portable speaker from storage and flicked the mic on.



(Ear-piercing shriek of static)

"GOOD MORNING, EUROPA! IT'S A BEEEEE-AUTIFUL DAY, AND WE ARE ALL TO GLAD TO BE FIGHTING A WAR IN THIS MOST HOSPITABLE PLACE. YESSIREE, NO ICE, SNOW, OR BLOOD-CHILLING COLD HERE! NONE WHATSOEVER!"

"OUR DAILY FORECAST: PAIN, AND NOTHING BUT PAIN. AT LEAST FOR THE FALLEN! NOW BACK TO OUR GREATEST HITS!



Sauron turned to his compatriots as the whistling blare of bagpipes arose from the relay station's speaker system, which Ex had slaved to his media player system.

"Like I told you, lads. I have so many random subsystems that it's not even funny anymore. It's a riot."