Friday, February 20, 2009

Low Blog Output

The cattle drive's gone longer than expected. Screaming wendigos brandish enchanted pitchforks and call upon ancestor spirits to tear the flesh of my poor aurochs. Blessed bullets, constant prayer do little to hold them off. One can only wait for stillness in the skies.
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