People once saw bird kill three men in a bar... with a pencil, with a fucking pencil.
Then suddenly one day they determined to go low. It's over a hatred, of course.
So they made a deal with us.
They gave us an impossible task.
A job no one could have pulled off.
The bodies we buried that day laid the foundation of what they they are now.
And then my friends, a few days after we laid low, they made lies and tried to kill us.
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after the three warnings and you still have not followed the rules this
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-Goals-
• Have 5 Members [ ]
• Have 10 Members [ ]
• Reach 100,000 TC [✓]
• Reach 500,000 TC [✓]
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