Board Thread:ROLEPLAY/@comment-34100315-20190601143014/@comment-34100315-20190606174755

(Yeah, let's start.)

In a middle of an ocean in a world of thought was an island. In this island, the grass was purple, the leaves were a soft yellow, the water was more close in texture to honey then to actual water, and leaves, moss, and mold of all kinds were orange.

Waking up on the island were a pair of characters. One was some sort of pink cotton candy-strawberry ice cream blob-puffball thing, and the other was a weird butterfly dragon with pom-poms crudely attached to his antennae.

"TODAY ON OLD WORLD'S TONIGHT SHOW... where am I?" the butterfly dragon, named Old World, exclaimed.