It all started on a night like tonight
It was quiet then too
With the breeze leaving
a small whistle in the air.
Fate on the breeze,
But we wouldn't know that until now
would we?
You could hear it though
if you listen to it
Oh, wait is that a crossbow bolt?
You've died.
Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 2:19 AM UTC
It all started on a night like tonight
It was quiet then too
With the breeze leaving
a small whistle in the air.
Fate on the breeze,
But we wouldn't know that until now
would we?
You could hear it though
if you listen to it
Oh, wait is that a crossbow bolt?
You've died.
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