Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20190905051412/@comment-36159587-20190905051649

Galaxian was coming from behind. He hadn't used Chan's phone in a few months, and knowing him, he'd have likely left it open long ago. Anyways, he was now trying to shake it open--and had been doing so for, what, the past few hours? Days?--and he had found his savior.

His footsteps barely did anything to the leaves that had already fallen in the woods, but he'd started running. "Ishmael! Ishmael!" the young deity shouted, not with that much dignity, but what else could one do with technology without help?

For GalaxE, utterly nothing.