Came across the coolest player the other day

[myxomatosii]

And there I was, side by side with my fellow orcish brethren. Thinking back in a flash to better times, I suspected my life forfeit. I thought of Thomas, who had just completed his bachelor's degree in shamanistic studies and had just become a clan oracle. Peter, our days spent at the pond talking about how our children would grow up playing tag in the slave yard, gurgling his last bloody breath as he drowned at my feet. The hoard of copper-smelling grubby fingered invaders relentlessly stabbing and thrusting my kinsmen. The cost was heavy, but we were on the brink of victory, the fools showed no indication of cognition to our plan. Nay, a wandering minstrel comes into the fray and his dark siren call lured us in. We had no hope, our minds dazzled, our limbs weakened. Myself a halfling, taken it at a young age by the merciful orcs managed to scurry away and hide in a bush. I will never forget those utterances, so foreign to the orcish tongue, hanging in the air as they did, "Rah-rah, ah-ah-ah, roma, Roma-ma-ah, GaGa, Ou-lala", the last words I suspect many a foe has heard from the mouth of this, 'Halfelf'.

MY FAMILY!!!!!!!!!!!


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