Board Thread:ROLEPLAY/@comment-34100315-20180501230134/@comment-34100315-20180513182528

"NO!" the voice screeches, and the Pidgeot's body limply falls to the ground, revealing a tiny chip, silimar to a dragon head, on it's wing. "I-i-i-it.. it was not territoral like the others... it was b-being mind-controlled! The r-reason it didn't have any weapons or a c-clear sign of it being controlled... was because they WANTED you to kill it. B-but.. but LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE!"