greetings...
"thy quivvering heart tears at my soule as the chosen weapon pierces thine breaste, for i kill'd thee well and thy soule vanquisheth before mine eyes...the heavenly light opens and thou shall surge toward it...leaving thy quivvering breaste in the darkest of known worlds..."
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Full Version: greetings...
Thanks.
well........uhh..........welcome to UM 
Surge toward it but soulless, how tragic.
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