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Samhain
The time when all of us witches use our powers of necromancy.
We raise the dead and then command our legions to wreak havoc on villages. Running amuck we steal little children and take them back to our gingerbread houses and make them into stew.:rolleyes:
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I was not born to live a mans life, but to be the stuff of future memory.
3 can keep a secret if 2 are dead.
I've never been nice my whole life....but, I'll do my best to be sweet.
I keep my standards low, so I'm never disappointed.
The next words out of your mouth better be some Mark Twain shit, cos' I am going to be chiseling it on your tombstone.
Trample the weak, Hurdle the dead.
Forgive your enemies......after they are slain.
The God I believe in aint short of cash mister.
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