by InfernalAngel » Wed Sep 26, 2012 2:23 am
The sun is blotted out, and the hill freezes over, and is then crushed into tiny ice particles by a meteor.
My hill.
Some pebbles loyaly stand gaurd,
"Auferre, trucidare, rapere, falsis nominibus imperium; atque, ubi solitudinem faciunt, pacem appellant."
"They plunder, they slaughter, and they steal: this they falsely name Empire, and where they make a wasteland, they call it peace."