The magic of PvP. That moment when you die and your clothes magically disappear. There you are... lying on the floor. Your pet is sobbing. You say a prayer, hoping the STS gods will revive you... but that moment never comes. Your fingers are sore. You're in a state of comatose. R.I.P. Harah. *tear* *Samuel throws tooth* *Pour out a pot* Ahhh forget it... I'll flag you back to life. <REPLAY><EXIT>
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