Then, on the barked command of some teutonic warlord in furs and f**king woad, the odd-numbers crouched, and the even numbers stood up and loosed their salvo of bogroll. Like off of the bows and arrows from the mediaevals and whatnot.
Posted By: Arizona Bay, Apr 16, 20:56:54
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