My hands smell of blood. I've entered their homes, and killed them.
Young and old, I've killed them. In their secret places, I've killed
them. In their halls, I've killed them.
Great. What have you done this time? I'm not bailing you out again.
This is a war Jones, that heir will not survive; you can not let it. Find it, and destroy, just make sure to clean up the blood.
creepy.
my match and candle i join this war. Like an ice age man wakening to this worlds fire, i torched the entance to their den. The promise artillery, i'll bring new tools! new ways new ideas!!... we should pull apart their walls, taking down one wall might save three. it seems a seam must come undone.
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Great.
What have you done this time?
I'm not bailing you out again.
This is a war Jones, that heir will not survive; you can not let it. Find it, and destroy, just make sure to clean up the blood.
creepy.
my match and candle i join this war. Like an ice age man wakening to this worlds fire, i torched the entance to their den.
The promise artillery, i'll bring new tools! new ways new ideas!!... we should pull apart their walls, taking down one wall might save three.
it seems a seam must come undone.
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