by Esmoke » Mon May 11, 2020 9:33 pm
It was morning, around dawn, a fog or perhaps a mist rolled in from the north... Followed by a strong cold wind, relentless it was, behind that came the four horsemen of the apocalypse. Unable to withstand both the biting cold of the relentless wind, so relentless , and the mild irritation provided by the horseman, all bands of barbarian warriors were broken apart and driven off to other parts of the Internet. Legend has it they all live on, but it’s hard to separate truth from legend.
Just another sock puppet in a dancing children’s show for the amusement of the masses