This is a thread for slightly…different…outcomes of RP posts. There is an infinity of possible outcomes in RP, and who knows what might have happened? :lol: So silly or serious, if you wanted to see it but didn’t, post it here!
https://forum.theeastpacific.com/invision-404
“Firewood?” Arian said in disbelief. “How did you find-”
Damon cut him off. “And one more thing. I don’t know what that thing is up at the pole. But I’ve made up my mind. I’m gonna find it. And when I do, I’m going to take it down.” Damon pulled a majestic golden trumpet out of the pile of firewood where it had been hidden before. “And for that,” he said with a mischevious grin, “I’ve enlisted some help.”
Damon blew the trumpet, and its sound was like the voice of a hundred angels, filled with glory unattainable. It echoed across the frozen wastes, and lo, it was answered. In the distance, there was a bright white light, a line that covered the whole horizon. As it drew closer, it became discernable as innumerable white figures - an army of polar bears without number, their pearly white fur gleaming in the aurora borealis.
“Now saddle up.” Damon said with grim determination. “We’ve got us a war to win.”