I, consumer of the fallen legion, carve thy name, o Jrot'gaa my lord, into the flesh of the stars. The fire burns in our flesh, and the night still cools from our conquest, let us hasten onward! Let us FEED!
/fringe/ is the other way lad.
>>25207482
Such foolish drudgery holds no meaning, it is but the wasted time of idiots. Come brothers! There is a great work afoot!