Alright cool, you wanna be my new writer? I'll pay you in appreciation*The sounds of battle horns have been blown, fear strikes in your bones, as the gentle cold sweat runs down your warm body.... "They're coming" you think to yourself. The sky turns gray, the air becomes chilly, the battle is not far away. You stand alone.. The cold hilt of your designer gaming mouse in your hand, and suddenly... They emerge.*
THE PREGNANCY FETISHISTS ALLASSEMBLED, ALL READY FOR YOUR HEAD. You pray but to no avail, your god can't save you. You are hung on a crucifix as they fill your stomach with stones as a message. You have lost. They have lost. Noone wins in war. You bleed out hanging like some glorified mantelpiece.*