Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26268426-20170304040455/@comment-26268426-20170315200627

Brimstone Flew up into a cloud and looked down seeing his plan for a sand storm had been foiled by purple Pearl.

Brimstone: My plan is FAILING! WHY? This will stop them!

Brimstone, in cloud disguise, made the cloud cool down creating snow, sleet, and Hail.

The snowstorm would subside.

Prasiolite notices some snow comes down.

Prasiolite: SNOW? IN A DESERT? THIS PLANET IS CRAZY AND WE ALL NEED TO GET OUT!

Prasiolite is nailed in the head with a hailstone and several more come down.