Your all hired!
Your all hired!
The thin line between entertainment and war
There'll be no shelter here
SALUTE!
I have changed my mind president sir,
Towards the west mountainous regions lay the wasted cryostar, no worries it's stuck in a room. BUT towards East is King Northal, who has gathered his armies and heads this way, SIR! Let me be chief in command of King Northals intermediary cyclic killer elite rogue subdivision - K.N.I.C.K.E.R.S to you and everyone else sir.
That's right! Arlorian history shall testify that King Northal hath been defeated by KNICKERS!
As a testament to us brave rogues could you fly aunt Agatha's large bloomers full mast sir, outside the presidential palace. Erm...fly it on Thursday as Wednesday is her laundry day.
Last edited by Terminhater; 07-18-2016 at 05:39 PM.
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