> Walk buck naked to Myytford's tent and tell him I'm going to "run him through".
>get up and put your clothes on, if they aren't on.
The White Army and the Black Baron;
Are trying to force us back to the Tsar.
> Walk buck naked to Myytford's tent and tell him I'm going to "run him through".
Rape the local fauna
God Aza, stop changing your sig every fucking minute.
BUT BUT I have to warn people about Squee in broken English D:
Never, you say?
You tuck your naughty-bits away within your LIGHT ARMOR and stroll outside, admiring the night sky. The twin moons of Spamoria greet you, and you stare into the star-filled sky in wonder, despite seeing such a view as often as you do. It seems to you that the majesty never fades.
Stirring from your sky-induced daze, you make your way to the tent in which your companion rests. Inside, the aged man is snoring loudly, in what appears to be an impenatrable slumber.
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>Leave the tent and try to build a controlled fire near the campsite
>punch him in the nuts to get him to wake up, then call him a pathetic piece of shit.
The White Army and the Black Baron;
Are trying to force us back to the Tsar.
>rape the local fauna
God Aza, stop changing your sig every fucking minute.
BUT BUT I have to warn people about Squee in broken English D:
Never, you say?
>Indulge in nightly fantasies of mounting Ser Myytford like a prize stallion.
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