I don't know how long its gunna be before you see me on the news but you got me all fucked up, I'm scouting out nearby villages to pillage on google earth, looking for a decent stable to teach me how to ride, and am crafting my own Shield. I know longer fear death , and long for the glory of Dying in battle!! the attempt to recruit homeless guys has proved futile, (they are sorry warriors.) and people are starting to cross to the other side of the street when they see me walking down the sidewalk with my drinking horn on my side as I talk to the pair Ravens that for some reason are now always near. do not be concerned if the lines ATTACK!! ATTACK!! ATTACK!! trigger me to actually go on the attack! I already hand wrote in blood a pre-battle soliloquy that absolves you of all blame for my actions and have it neatly tucked inside my provision bag. ( wouldn't want another one of those Judas Priest type lawsuits flying around again you know.) all this can be avoided though if you just let up a little bit with the killer jams your kicking out, the blood of the innocent could be on your hands if changes aren't made soon.
has anyone else noticed the ravens or is it just me?
has anyone else noticed the ravens or is it just me?