(05-28-2015, 11:27 AM)Xnath Wrote: Guys....
We're the protagonist. It doesn't matter what claptrot that micronized twit spits out. He should still be sore from the hundreds of my arrows that stuck in him and BEAT HIM IN COMBAT. Nyah.
"But in the laugh there was another voice. A clearer laugh, an ironic laugh. A laugh which laughs because it chooses not to weep."