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Tis, an age of knightly lore, of greasy and grizzled wealthy nobles that seem to signal some sick cycle of destruction that they are desirous for. Battle born ballistic, armament physics of pain causing missions, missing all mercy because of their Machiavelli machinations; Mud slickened and sweaty armor wearing super smelly fellowship of fools, discourteous tools who ravage and pillage poor peasants. Inflamed by such infractions I chafe under the yoke of violence and oppression, whilst searching other actions for the slightest scent or sight of of human decency, but hope is less then a liminal sensation, and there seems to be no cessation of humanity’s violent tendencies
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Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 10:27 AM UTC
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Tis, an age of knightly lore, of greasy and grizzled wealthy nobles that seem to signal some sick cycle of destruction that they are desirous for. Battle born ballistic, armament physics of pain causing missions, missing all mercy because of their Machiavelli machinations; Mud slickened and sweaty armor wearing super smelly fellowship of fools, discourteous tools who ravage and pillage poor peasants. Inflamed by such infractions I chafe under the yoke of violence and oppression, whilst searching other actions for the slightest scent or sight of of human decency, but hope is less then a liminal sensation, and there seems to be no cessation of humanity’s violent tendencies
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Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 10:27 AM UTC
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