I'm imagining a barren, dusty-filled world of muck-filled, rusting iron and warped, scar-torn flesh, and it is GLORIOUS.
Can't write. Can't plan. Can draw a little.
Originally Posted by Craft (Cheese)
"In his free time, he gates in Balors just so he can kill and eat them later!"
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