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and here we wait, poised and positioned.
sacks of fat, fresh from our last pillaging.
this village is small. we can smell how weak and feeble it is.
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we won't wait here much longer. our breath is still warm.
soon enough - soon enough we'll be draping our booze-addled minds with a thick blanket of matted hair, blood and sweat that is seamed by shrieks and screams of the youngest virgins.
young ones, who have yet to experience our vile victories, who have yet to experience the world.
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yes, we go now.
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