Originally Posted by Remuko

or oddly appropriate with your avatar; FOR PONY!

Originally Posted by blubarry

riotpenguin, you're about to be stumped

cause all the stylus people gonna throw your bird in a trunk

you think you're superior? What? Can you fly?

Heck, when you're compared to post nerf eve you're more likely to die

so i suggest you give up, give it all a break

it's only a matter of time before we find you're a fake


ironstylus, my vote is yours

Originally Posted by Baron Perenolde

As a devout warrior of the Iron Solari, I only wish to say that I want no war between our nations. We are both birds of peace, surely you can see this?

However... should you raise your blade to Lord Iron, you will receive no mercy from us!

Originally Posted by BaineRPX

Dodos are extinct.



Penguins are not yet.

Originally Posted by IronStylus

I'm sorry... what?

OH! War.. right..

Let us understand that RiotPenguin is as of now still a fledling. He steps onto the field with squinting eyes, barely hatched. He has indeed broken through his tough shell, to arrive into the light, with strength. He has shown he is worthy to stand on his own, and not stand alone.

Make no mistake however; He is yet still that fledgling. He does not fully comprehend the remifications of his wing beating. He does not understand yet where he pecks. He swims without care, beneath the ice. Unlike the parrot he sees not the forrest, nor the planes, nor the danger on the horizon. I have seen the blaze or flame shining from the Dark Tower.

I have seen Morello's evil eye scour the landscape for signs of weakness within the ranks of artists, creatives, and designers. Those who wish to live in peace, he seeks to tear asunder. RiotPenguin has seen none of the ancient horrors. He knows not of that the tranquility that he is born into was forged by the blood and bravery of titans who now rest. Thier names are written in the stone of time everlasting. The Nikasaur Manifest. The Brootherhood of the Armored Bear. Riot Taco Storm's Banditos. The Imperium of Tons of Damage. All these and more united to push back the darkness threatened by The New Morello Republic and it's dark master Zileas. Morello was but a pawn in a great game, but his master is restless.

For another artist, and fellow bird, to question the balance, to make accusations of insolence only weakens our watch. If not careful, infighting and doubt will be the death of us all. The legacy of our discourd will be a hollow silence brought by the crashing of a nerf bat.

Let us not fall for prey to the demons of doubt. Morello's spy's are everywhere.

So, I offer the branch of the olive to RiotPenguin. From talon to flipper, peace is offered.

Let it be known, however. Shall the branch be refused, I will call to arms my legions. I will rally my forces. I will show you that thunder will crackle from the flapping of five thousand pairs of wings. The cold waters will warm, the ice will crack, there will be no refuge, no escape, no surrender.

If prompted I will revive the old alliances. I will call on Ursine, on Nyan, and on Avian alike. I will reach out to powers long slumbering. I will call upon the powers of the earth itself, and of course, the sun. My champion shall rise and the only way to blot out the light will be the sky filling with the winged shapes of feathered fury.

So, I encourage Riot Penguin to choose wisely. I beg him to choose the path of peace between sea and air.

If not, I will decend from my Perch of Deliberation to make a most difficult decision.

Choose wisely.

ಠ_ಠ

May the Sun shine upon your blades and may the Great Parrot watch over you.