"Shall I mangle this churl's leg, Hantis?" — Pul the Grik-Dog, final chapter, W.O.K.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Cringing for the Future
Like Alaric in Arizona, I've reached the outskirts of Palomporom, where the outlook for happy endings seems to be fading fast. These people don't seem to like each other very much. Me, I'm just mad at the Havoc Skytank. Bad Boss.
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