I’m out of health potions. Retreat! Retreat! Give me some of your health potions!” I screamed. “I don’t have any potions. Run, bitch, run,” Brody squealed. The red ran out on my health and my assassin was transported, stripped of everything we’d earned, back to the starting camp. “I’m dead! Fuck, they killed me!
Theresa Bianchi decorated in bulk with a heavy dose of Catholicism
My life was over, finished, and I’d never seen Pearl Jam play live
Even one voice in a wilderness of ignorance is a voice that is heard by someone.