These men bring shame to my name. My unrevenged father curses at me from the afterlife for such gross idiocy as performed by these idiot so called ninjas. Are their spines made of individual strands of dried spaghetti? One would have to assume so granted the ease with which they snap. Never before have I seen the ground run so red with such cowardly blood.
Perhaps it is the perpetual fear of reprimand that makes them perform so ill. Perhaps I am so horrid they would rather seek death than live in my vassalage. Perhaps it is my own failure through leadership.
No, definitely not.
Perhaps it is genuinely the skill of my opponent that allows these men to be cut through like the softest of silk?
Most certainly not.
Everyone is at fault but me.
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sweet merciful god, i hate physics.
i may come to wes in a week, to detox.
and by detox, i mean, tox.
post my commment, you censor. what is this, china?
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