Awaken to your brutality, lads.
You are allowed to butcher whatever
words you use.
What makes you Human,
is that you are allowed to Think.
The pen in your hand is as good as a blade.
Make yourself immortal
with either Blood or Ink.
[That's honestly all that I had. The damn system's not letting me upload this unless I have a hundred words. Garbage.)
So...I guess, I should tell you more about myself.
Name: Pemmarah
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Hair: Blue, tied back in various braids.
Eyes: Orange
Race: Darkspear Troll
Class: Warrior
Profession(s): Miner/Engineer
Faction: Horde
Guild: Paradise Oblivion
Server: Daggerspine
Play World of Warcraft? Let me know.
No Alliance, plz.
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Chapter notes: Good afternoon. I am Pemmarah.