I LOVE BLOOD! I LOVE BLEEDING ALL OVER A SWORD AND MAKING IT LIGHT ONFIRE! I LOVE WRITING RUNES OVER WEAPONS SO THEY BECOME SHARP WHEN MOIST WITH BLOOD
anyways yeah i like this
Grizhec'Raguk reads this missive, drinking a cups-full of crude oil, which was mined around the camp he stayed at, vomiting all over his campfire, causing the embers and flame to die out, he frowns, and goes to fight racists in the streets.