"With his coming are the dread fires born again. The hills burn, and the land turns sere. The tides of men run out, and the hours dwindle. The wall is pierced, and the veil of parting raised. Storms rumble beyond the horizon and the fires of heaven purge the earth. There is no salvation without destruction, no hope this side of death."
KILL OR BE KILLED
[03:23:18] Oxcidiax you must be really fukn bored to try soo hard to catch the uncatchable
Dude, I just had some combat implants injected into my brain. Don't even think you can match my skill.