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There was a screech, a crash, a horn, as blood was spilt and flesh was torn, there was no air with which to yell, as soul slipped out and spirit fell. Down and down the spectre tumbled, far from life and metal crumpled, til at last his body hovered, secrets flayed and thoughts uncovered The man cried out, his fear was warrant Here beside the mighty Torrent, Ages passed as seconds ticked He'd read the stories, he'd read of Styx. To the man ole' Charon staggered, beard unkempt and cheeks a' haggard, hand outstretched, although he knew, he would not get the penance due. "I've got no coin, or cash or credit, All I have is gold from Reddit." Charon shook, then said with glee "Redditors get in for free."
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Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 9:57 AM UTC
The River Styx
There was a screech, a crash, a horn, as blood was spilt and flesh was torn, there was no air with which to yell, as soul slipped out and spirit fell. Down and down the spectre tumbled, far from life and metal crumpled, til at last his body hovered, secrets flayed and thoughts uncovered The man cried out, his fear was warrant Here beside the mighty Torrent, Ages passed as seconds ticked He'd read the stories, he'd read of Styx. To the man ole' Charon staggered, beard unkempt and cheeks a' haggard, hand outstretched, although he knew, he would not get the penance due. "I've got no coin, or cash or credit, All I have is gold from Reddit." Charon shook, then said with glee "Redditors get in for free."
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Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 9:57 AM UTC
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