by InfernalAngel » Thu Jul 28, 2011 5:23 am
*A fanatical preist runs up to the hill and bellows*, "May god strike you down!" To his surprise, a beam of lightning hits the hill and kills everything within a quarter mile of it.
The fanatical priest builds an orange box on the hill, and lives in it.
My hill.
"Auferre, trucidare, rapere, falsis nominibus imperium; atque, ubi solitudinem faciunt, pacem appellant."
"They plunder, they slaughter, and they steal: this they falsely name Empire, and where they make a wasteland, they call it peace."