Lo, the demons hath rought upon the smoldering ruins of a once great empire, though the just has nought but brought sadness upon the wretches known only as the cursed Brenchal. The people have spoken, and the left head of the gorgon wretch known as Brendon has been brought down to his hands and knees like a rabid dog about to be put down! The right side of the head, pouts and whine, and cries like a harlot, her false tears and fake smiles, her poisoned words and demonic hair extensions have brought no such happiness to other dwellers in the giants domacile!
Shall there be peace if, and only if, the poisoned fog breathing heathen known only as Rachel has been brought to her knees!? I for one fucking hope so.