I was born four hundred years ago in the Highlands of Scotland. I am immortal and I am not alone. Now is the time of the Gathering, when the stroke of a sword will release the power of the Quickening. In the end, there can be only one.'
I was born four hundred years ago in the Highlands of Scotland. I am immortal and I am not alone. Now is the time of the Gathering, when the stroke of a sword will release the power of the Quickening. In the end, there can be only one.'
If you lose your head, it's all over! See you at the Gathering, Deladan! He He He.
I fought in the First World War. Took my bayonet rifle, bum-rushed the German machine-gun entrenchments with my buddies, stabbed the Krauts, and now a bunch of decades later I bum-rush to the nursing home bathroom and I usually make it on time. "The Treaty of Versailles is unfair," they said. Well, I say the Krauts had it comin'. Fucking Otto von Bismarck messing everything up, the Congress of Vienna was fine until he came along.
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One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important
Bracket 2: Not Giggity!
All I've had today are six gummy bears and some scotch
wait, no one's surprised? aw, man ..
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