FOR THE SAKE OF IT
Pure, simple, blood on the wall, knuckles to face, honest to fuck violence.
𝓣𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓲𝔃𝓮𝓷𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓻, 𝓘𝓽 𝓿𝓮𝔁𝓮𝓼 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓿𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝔀𝓸-𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼. 𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓲𝓼 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓪𝔁 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼? - 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓵𝔂, 𝓚𝓪𝔃𝓲𝓮𝓵 𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓵
Kult: +12
Kull: +10
Total: 22
Ratio: 1.20
FOR THE SAKE OF IT
Pure, simple, blood on the wall, knuckles to face, honest to fuck violence.
𝓣𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓒𝓪𝓲𝓷, 𝓣𝓸 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓮𝓬𝓱 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓫𝓮 𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓶𝓪𝓳𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓯𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓰𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓸𝓹 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝓬𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓷. 𝓘𝓷 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓽: 𝓘 𝓭𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸. - 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓵𝔂, 𝓚𝓪𝔃𝓲𝓮𝓵 𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓵