FOR THE SAKE OF IT
Pure, simple, blood on the wall, knuckles to face, honest to fuck violence.
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓫𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓮. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓮𝓭𝓪𝓵𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓭. 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓲𝓽 𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓲𝓶? 𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓰𝓮? 𝓦𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓽𝓱? 𝓦𝓪𝓼 𝓲𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓷𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽? 𝓘𝓭𝓵𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓵'𝓼 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼.
Kult: +12
Total: 12