I can’t claim that I actually saw Mr. Kool-Aid bust through this wall, but it certainly looks like that destructive bastard’s work. That menace will be captured and brought to justice.
Stand atop the wall. Feel the conch sound. Watch the arrows sail. Survey the killing ground. Know you’ll someday die. As will all, I suppose.…
Land ends in a wall of fog. If you were told it was the end of the universe, you could not prove otherwise. It glides…
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