>>14962
Oh yeah well you're... you're... uh... I mean...
*breaths heavier*
It's, it's, um, like, the uh...
*looks around with a panicked expression*
the... the you, um, we, are... ummmmmmm...
*eyes unfocus*
The... the...
THE END IS NIGH. ON THE FIFTY FIFTH DAY OF CONFUSION I, SLYATYBAKSHAK, FIFTH LEUTENANT OF HER GRAND ARMEE, WILL DESCEND UPON YOUR PITIFUL MATERIAL PLANE AND LAY WASTE TO IT. THE SKY WILL BE AS BLOOD AND THE LAND WILL BE AS PLASTIC. THE EARTH SHALL SHAKE AND INVERT, AND SWALLOW YOUR CITIES WHOLE. THE VERY STARS SHALL TREMBLE UNDER THE BOOTS OF MY ARMEE
AND LO, UNTO THE SINNERS WILL BE VISITED TRIBULATIONS MOST ARBITRARY, AND UPON THE RIGHTEOUS TESTS OF FAITH MOST CAPRICIOUS. HER TEST SHALL BE BLOOD, AND HER PUNISHMENT ALSO BLOOD. SO LET IT BE WRITTEN.
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