Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-32329805-20180516010449/@comment-35010010-20180619161915

TheSheriff1 rose from the ashes he had collapsed in, and took a look around the place.

MemeDaddy, shooting down cultists.

The Reptillians, retreating after their encounter with TheSheriff1.

A member of the FBI, observing the pl-

''"Hey wait a minute!" TheSheriff1 thought at the sight of another alive FBI official.''

TheSheriff1 then ran up to PigletMaster, and held his hand out, palms facing up.

PigletMaster, at recognition of the top secret FBI handshake™ immediately began an extensively long handshake with TheSheriff1.

After the two finally ended, MemeDaddy had just finished the last of the cultists, and was turning towards TheSheriff1.

"How-" MemeDaddy was about to furiously ask, only to be interrupted by a loud screeching of an undead horse.

MemeDaddy, TheSheriff1, and PigletMaster all went wide-eyed at the sound of what could only be one thing.

Pestilence, Fourth Horseman of the Apocolapyse was here.