Sword. Smoke bellows from the mouths of your poisoned
Followers. Their corpses explode into heaps of rotted
Fruit. Critical mass-suicide. Into the fucking light
An ocean of rum tosses your pickled gut onto christ's Sword. Smoke bellows from the mouths of your poisoned Followers. Their corpses explode into heaps of rotted Fruit. Critical mass-suicide. Into the fucking light Explain Request ×
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