‘Twas another successful campaign. The General sat atop a hill and surveyed the landscape. Before him, countless white tents filled with men who knew not the worthlessness of their lives. Behind him, burning paths of destruction, each dotted with bloodied, uniformed corpses surrounding a single, beautiful victim. Holding back bitter tears, he turned away.
“Poo-tee-weet?”
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FFF-55 Vol. II.
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FFF-55 Vol. II.
Another excerpt from your Risk Campaign Journal?
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