The triffled with and belittled group on their sharade to switch mocked their inspiration in the temperance of where they stood.
"LETS MOVE!" the chatter stopped and they zeroed in on what needed to happen. The call of nature sank in with their arbitross as they ran.... the muck he stank over them had them running like children.
They patroned and proned in the direction against the better judgement and justice fell upon the group when teir 5 opened up as they ran by.
"SCUM BAGS RUN!" he chatted.
"AUURRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHH" arbitross was slain.
The scorer who remembers his name has no one left to make except for the ones to blame. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OgSCU66fZxo
BP- started in the black sea days, then the game died...
WC- started pre-World Map, then everything went downhill.
My BP story series:
https://www.kixeye.com/forum/discussion/466086 (in progress).