Steam-fællesskab

Attila

United States

Level

Heavily Armed & Dangerous

100 XP

B E G O N E T H O T

MADE TO FIGHT ME?!
IF YOU CAN WITHSTAND ME AT 100%

THEN I'L FORCE YOU TO SURRENDER FROM BEYOND THAT!!!!

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All my water turned to vodka after watching this. My cat has been Cossack kicking for a month. And my baseball cap turned into a soviet winter hat. SEND HELP BEFORE I BECOME RUSs

CYKA BLYAT CYKA BLYAT CYKA BLYAT!!!

They came from the east, a torrent of flame and death, a storm of arrows and hooves. We'd heard stories from the barbarians, of course, but none of us had expected them to arrive so soon, or strike so ferociously. They descended upon us, blanketing the town with arrows, slaughtering anyone in sight, taking everything they could and burning everything else. The hellish neighing of those steeds of ♥♥♥♥♥...their shouts and yells in their devilish tongue...and...and their leader, a figure so terrible one could be forgiven for thinking him a Horseman of the Apocalypse. We fought, of course, but none of us were prepared for anything like this. We tried to form ranks, but they circled all around us, their arrows finding their way between our shields. One by one my brothers in arms fell, until there were scarcely a few dozen of us left. And when they fell upon us from all sides, their blades flashing, some loosing arrows even as they charged...we shamed our forebears, and dishonoured God. We threw down our weapons and ran. But none of us got far. I had scarcely gone fifty paces before I was cut down."

"And as my foe rode away, shouting in his twisted language what must be some praise to his heathen god, I fell to the ground, blood pooling by my side, my vision slowly darkening. The air was filled with smoke and blood. And against the light of our burning city, all I could see were the silhouettes of our enemies, an endless stream of these rapacious invaders, loosing arrow after arrow into the backs of the few survivors, as embers from the raging inferno swirled through the air, and I felt my life slowly slipping away..."

“The ancient Oracle said that I was the wisest of all the Greeks. It is because I alone, of all the Greeks, know that I know nothing.”