War be no more

In the vast distance, there is a strong resistance, where an empire stood mighty, as it crumbled one day. With our backs to the wall, darkness will fall, ending life as we rule it all. Hey Mr. Motion, make me some potions, for my random bipolar emotions. They say pain is temporarily blacks and blues on the role of the body, but the scars of war are forever embedded on the noble soul. They say the sound of war is the cry of Death's breath cascading the battlefield alongside Slender's malicious rampage on the stage of the endless conflict.

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