oooOOOoooo...you lynch him without letting him defend himself...and he's the tard?....oooOOOOOooooOOoooo
oooOOOoooo...you lynch him without letting him defend himself...and he's the tard?....oooOOOOOooooOOoooo
Through the darkness of futures past,
The magician longs to see
One chants out between two worlds:
Fire, walk with me.