Don't let the sickness steal your soul brother - repent before it is too late! The flame of raiding casts nothing but shadows of shame. Glorious and inviting - until the wind dissembles itself into the smell of soiled linen (socks) and your soul burns with dark truths blacker than the center of the Earth.
A wise man once said:
The dragons roar becomes the swing of a door
The dragons claws hide unwritten laws
The dragons eyes cry of loot council lies
There are no winners in Elf Sim
I hope you never understand this poem dear friend, for the day you do the darkness wins
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