Nothing left of the filth but a pile of dead meat left to rot, covered with blood and shite. If we don't find him, leave him for the crows to pluck.
A fitting end. Beautiful work, ma bella.
I think Himself should declare a holiday. Perhaps some fireworks.
A fitting end. Beautiful work, ma bella.
I think Himself should declare a holiday. Perhaps some fireworks.
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You're all liars!
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But there will surely be celebrations. Already the camps have decided to provide a day of feasting for the masses. Doubtless they will come to appreciate that all he ever offered was false hope.
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Not yet.
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