- Fos Tis Krisis
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- Intrepid Legendary Member
I hunt for the Prophet of Contentment, the San 'Shyumm that murdered my son, and stole his birthright, his Energy Sword. They call our species Heretics. They claim to all that our tongues sting, our words a vile poison that feeds on the unworthy. I have seen the true face of Heresy. The head of a gallant warrior lay on the ground. His neck scorched and blistered, scarred by his own blade. I shall retrieve the weapon, and drive it through that bastard's heart! Punishment for his sins is nigh.
Wow, considering there is already one of these, much better done, on this page of the forum no matter, just like 2 or 3 threads down. With nearly 60 votes already... Yeah, no im not even gonna BOTHER with pointing out that there is a Search Bar.
[Edited on 07.14.2009 1:47 PM PDT]