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Post by commanderxillian on Jun 14, 2011 0:07:07 GMT -5
Count the Seven. Its breath hastens. Count the six. Its mind awakens. Count the five. Its eyes Peel. Count the four. Its body rocks to its heels. Count the three. Hear its feral scream. Count the two. You have nothing left to do. Count the one. You have no where left to run.
Count the Seven. The Behemoth Comes.
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