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My canines are thirsty today. They want blood, any blood will do. The enemy are everywhere. Find the. **** them. Drink their blond blood. They are all guilty. They all deserve to die. The only real game is played for blood. **** their women in the *** Crawl back to your lair. Let the Danes sleep in fear, twitch in fright. This I will be back. They will never sleep in peace, just as I never do.   ~mce
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Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC
Grindel Eats and Sleeps (PTSD)
My canines are thirsty today. They want blood, any blood will do. The enemy are everywhere. Find the. **** them. Drink their blond blood. They are all guilty. They all deserve to die. The only real game is played for blood. **** their women in the *** Crawl back to your lair. Let the Danes sleep in fear, twitch in fright. This I will be back. They will never sleep in peace, just as I never do.   ~mce
mike-essig
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Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC
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