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Graagh! Ha, raagh! The time is upon us! I come from the woods to sing to you, o despised bluebells.
Many have spoken of Wolfen. But I do not fear the Wolfen-ones, any more than I shudder before the darts of their insidiously irritating allies, the Cavalry of the Nation of Hedgehogs. Them shall I slay with my wood-axe and my abstruse cunning. Ha ha!
Nay, that which I fear is Love. Yea, yea, hearken unto me, tis Love which does destroy us! We must purge this place of all Love!
I detest you all! Ye of lesser mind, who have mocked at my utterances!
Ah, that feels so much better. Now I shall go off for a while, and I shall return with a sack of slain Hedgehog Warriors to prove my prowess.
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Among the friendly dead, being bad at games did not seem to matter
-Il Lupo Fenriso
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