+rep kardeşim oynuyor ya bu oyunu

Things Were Busy That Summer...
Perhaps Due To All Those Frequent Disasters Last Year.
Turks Were Springing Up Like Maggots.
Exorcise. Consume.
Over And Over.
Exorcise.
Consume.
It's A Taste Nobody Knows.
The Taste Of A Turk.
Like Swallowing A Rag Used To Wipe Up ♥♥♥♥ And Vomit.
Exorcise.
Consume.
What I Witnessed Was Nothing Out Of The Ordinary.
A Hideous Evil Known To Everyone.
Despite Knowing That, I Chose To Be A Sorcerer To Save Others.
That's What I've Been Telling Myself Ever Since That Day.
Ever Since That Day.

"+rep old friend"

whatcha yappin about

Things Were Busy That Summer...
Perhaps Due To All Those Frequent Disasters Last Year.
Turks Were Springing Up Like Maggots.
Exorcise. Consume.
Over And Over.
Exorcise.
Consume.
It's A Taste Nobody Knows.
The Taste Of A Turk.
Like Swallowing A Rag Used To Wipe Up ♥♥♥♥ And Vomit.
Exorcise.
Consume.
What I Witnessed Was Nothing Out Of The Ordinary.
A Hideous Evil Known To Everyone.
Despite Knowing That, I Chose To Be A Sorcerer To Save Others.
That's What I've Been Telling Myself Ever Since That Day.
Ever Since That Day.

hehh... nobody can understand me... IM THE ALPHA... all these peasents will never understand true pain...