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The Pit
Some fragments:
"The Pit is such a place, where peerless deeds
Are writ with potent wyrd, and heroes wild with passion
Stake all on their steel-resolve, certain of God's grace."
"You must have drained a dog ere daring that, you cur!"
Said Loco-Man - the leader, called the Lord of Pain.
"Now heed, who has not heard the hoary truth:
We fought a fearsome for...
Saturday 6th March 2010 11:50 am
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