Board Thread:Off-topic/@comment-26465310-20151123013114/@comment-28792791-20151123052026

TQ has finished scouting the kindergarten, has morphed back into her own clothes, and is calling her team members. TQ: Amber, emerald, blood-red, come in, what's your status?

BRQ: medusa you, we're surrounded by homeworld troupes. We haven't been noticed yet, but all moonstone drones are apparently downed, the were supposed to be thousands, but I can't find one! We're doomed! Please send help!

TQ: I'm on my way!*runs to the source of the signal., the wreckage of her own ship, now in the middle of a baren lake*