Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-5242614-20130417024402/@comment-5122158-20130429130711

The yellow tribe lined up with bows and arrows. "Fire!" I yelled. The black puffles get well and truly scrambled, with o'berry juice everywhere. "Now, let's take cover underground and work on a special project." I said. "Those greens won't know what's hit them. I hate war, but sadly we have to have self-defence." Us yellows began building our special weapon, using coloured glass.