(( I can just imagine him being on a sofa, looking even more sophisticated that everybody else, even though he looks to be the opposite.Sariel lays down cross-legged on a lavender sofa, unnoticed by all the quibbling wizards and assassins. He sips a raspberry cosmopolitan, patiently waiting for the battle to start.
He might like to try a blueberry liquor next.
[I had written a nice paragraph about how you engaged ignition on your plane, which do to a process of cause and effect, caused a strange string of events to occur. Once I got to the part about Herobrine thinking that a meat sausage army would be the next best thing, I forced myself to stop and backspace the whole entire thing.][No experience whatsoever = more possibilities for...interesting...StoryMaster stuff to happen.]