Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-34357309-20170902001048/@comment-26318250-20170905180732

I look around. The city is in ruins. Houses crushed, skyscrapers toppled. Only a few resilient ones survived. But now, Infinity is gone, battling with H950. And I am left here, on this street, all alone, to fight the rest of the pastas.

Suddenly, I feel hunger. I start feeling starved, weakened. My knees weaken as I drop under my own weight, gasping for air and craving food.

There he is.

His skin was pale, olive green. He wore ragged grey clothes, and had small, dot-like black eyes and a huge, gaping mouth, complete with many rows of teeth.

Gourmand was here.