In this universe, all rots. In this universe, one must rot to survive.
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And the wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws..
My giant for Legen ready for paint..
Tribus the Seers stands ready..
Finally ready for a lick of paint!
Quick update of what’s cooking.
Whosoever is delighted in solitude is either a wild beast or a god..
First warband complete!
It doesn’t sting but it sure sucks..!