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[in serious tone] In the first age, in the first battle, when the shadows first lengthened, One stood. He chose the path of perpetual torment. In his ravenous hatred, he found no peace. And with boiling blood, he scoured the umbral plains, seeking vengeance against the dark lords who had wronged him. And those that suffered his wrath only heard his cry..."HONK!" |