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𝐸𝓃𝑔𝓁𝒾𝓈𝒽'𝓈 𝒞𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓃
𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽 𝓯𝓮𝔀 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓲𝓬𝓮.
Claw upon the ceiling of your grave. Break it open and let the festering dirt seep into your maw. Then, and only then, will you understand what pain I am going through. As I have poured my cereal-- Without checking for milk. Agony.
Kult: +52
Kull: +47
Total: 99
Ratio: 1.11

