Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-32198720-20170710064918

Mycos beams at his comrades. 'Oh my friend, let's just say that when Strasse releases my wonderful little invention, it will not be, as the mortals say, hard to miss.'

He nudges Soin, leaving another sticky stain. 'I saw how you took a shine to my creations back at the artillery base. You'll be happy to know a lot more of them have been made.'

He hands Soin a filthy grenafe, with several biohazard warnings on it. It has a crude approximation of a smiley face drawn in filth and a sticky note with the instructions 'throw hard' stuck on the side. Mycos meets Soin's gaze and attempts another human gesture, the thumbs-up.