It was always ending badly for Brexit’s Talman. 30 gold, he told Brigades. If he could knock so many unpleasant stoves, he would pay 30 gold to him – even the most famous gluten of Kobman Haven – couldn’t put it down. Even if Thaleman really had a coin on it, he never knew. Secondly, when he suspected that he had first hit the polar deer from his lips, he vomited straight to his leader, and he jumped it.
Death -based tactics and the work of the Open World Merck of Bit Brothers are rapidly death, and victory is difficult. In fact, these are the stories of your hiring Morses, and their emerging features and packages, which make the game. Nevertheless, Thaleman had the master of a cockcure soul that knows a human being less than things, though you cannot make a mistake in his reasoning: he was still alive, so as far as destiny proved it, nothing could kill him. I can only apologize for increasing the deception of bastards. The boy and I were just spending the right time to protect them from these brigades, and since then he has been with us.
After that there were small small. Here, as much as any of us knew, was never senior. As he told him, his name was giving him the boy’s mysterious air, while his face was somewhat offended by the property of his face that it seemed that someone had drowned in the potato of a antiquity before bullying in the arc urine. Nevertheless, it was very easy with this ax, and there was more Sufters than anyone taking this size ax.
‘Ruthless’, everyone is called Terry. In the back of the brown -colored escapes, not for your habit of losing crossbo bolts – one of its more liked features – but because they emphasized the song that they urged the song. Nevertheless, Terry had two commendable characters: O Lyl, he had a very good crossbo, and second, he still had the most important fingers.
Four days we were trampling around the icy mountains north of Kobman Haven in search of a rare wolf, which local legends told every whole moon to the tropical Scatals. I tell the local legends. The truth was a local drunk with more teeth than feeling, and in addition to the really shocking dental. It would have been a lot of cold sleep and cold porridge, and we decided to leave it. Also, Terry said that a Yeti snatched the night and tried to lick his feet before he was afraid of the war of war. In any way, we were. Was back in the city.
I am sure that Kobman Haven is the old Germany for “a cab, man” – a reference to the fragility of boiled corn that was so famous that it became a speech for any kind of recreational activity, as is the reputation of the city’s repository as a renowned festival. Our first floor was unpleasant, so that Terry could be allowed to cut a foolish hair as a punishment for this Yeti story. We were involved in some gestures, stored the fish, and then it was time to fill our small bands with the next contracts.
My usual rule does not learn what is called a new rent unless they are with us for at least one deal. If you know his name, it makes it difficult to pull arrows from a dead person’s ass. But, for the sake of children, here is the flag of hopefuls that we have included in this group. He said that Swift – Yunuch was a dimmitar. A sad beggar, rug, a sad begging with fear of wolves. Wolf gang silk worm, a former taylor, who resorted to tenant work after Jason of Statistham – angry, ginger mustache Kamini ousted him from the business. Jason himself had to close the shop after falling on a difficult time and still did not want to buy any craftsman scarf, even with Jason’s legendary technique he made a technique to threaten to head the wool unless he made himself.
There was Furtz, a man was in a deep madness with peas, which made the rest of the company so restless that we trapped him on his back and asked him to remain silent. Finally, we had a helpless gambler nipples, a man whose smile made me so angry that I refused to give him arms.
At present, ten of us, including ourselves. I could not naturally join the battles. Someone will need to tell our story once the band becomes a food. Our first job was quite simple: some of them move to the southwest to bring the legendary Kobman Haven Justice to a group of brigades, who killed a well -liked local chap called Bodo.For, for, for,. Also, the rest of his family.
“For Bodo” we roared when we marched out of the city, even though we had never heard about poor bastards ten minutes ago. Overseas and Marsh we passed on the way to Brigades. Fucking knows why we went over instead of passing this forest like normal, but now too late. On the way, we built a camp, and took the oath to make more peers. The boys were in excellent emotions – mainly because of this significantly low -spirits – and we stood up quickly to break bright and some skulls. For Bodo!
One of the five bastards met us in the battlefield. ‘Without weapons’, Rick Nipples first charged, provoked their arms and smiling all the time. The rest of us left him to him, while Terry and Dimitar rescued our enemies from bolts and arrows. We created a defensive frame around Terry, left Dimitar on our devices, and waited for their perspective.
The first moving brigade removed half of the face with a flight. Ah ok, will not be remembered. Ramjgus turned towards it, anxious to take his ax inside. Soon, they came to us. Move forward to help the excellent login, and swing your club in uselessly. The Wolf Gang turned out to be so useless with his packet.
After a traumatic time, nothing but looks at any side, Ramjgus cleaned the brigade in half with his ax and pulled the first blood. Then, destruction! One of the bastards came straight into our backline and provoked Terry into the jailets! You deserve pain, Terry. But you did not deserve it.
All hell immediately. It was broken. These men may never have heard Bodo’s name. “For Terry” they thunder, most of them will kill him on four separate occasions, despite the oath -taking. Jason and the excellent log went on the ups and downs of a club, which did two more, and Furtz and Ramjigus did the rest.
Then, when our boiling blood came down, we saw some miracles. Terry had survived, yet several pieces of it were firmly associated with the hardest. I later made a mental note to buy a pint. It should be fixed. Then, as we are tied to the Golden Providance, we saw that the face of the rack nipples is now forever fuck forever. He lived, but he never smiled again in his sad life. Absolute result! Now, to pay …
