“Someone loosened all the lugnuts and screws on the chariots, cuz they flopped and fell to pieces all game long! Perhaps too much tequila the night before from our last victory, but the black winds of fate blew against our faces with scorching heat.
We managed to keep our fans, and our firepower. We shall recover!
Woe to our next prey!”
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We managed to keep our fans, and our firepower. We shall recover!
Woe to our next prey!”