FOR THE SAKE OF IT
Pure, simple, blood on the wall, knuckles to face, honest to fuck violence.
Our Holy Mirth
A member of the True Faith. [Technically nondenominational!?]
𝓘𝓭𝓵𝓮 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓮 𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓽𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓼 𝓯𝓾𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓿𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼. 𝓜𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓸𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓪 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓶𝓼 𝓼𝓸 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱, 𝓷𝓸𝔀. 𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝔂𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮. ⨁𝓻, 𝓪𝓽 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓽, 𝓪 𝓷𝓸𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓛𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓮. 𝓘 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽.