The battle was fierce! Men yelling orders, people running ramped, warriors doing their job. There were no survivors on their side. We stormed their castle and took them out one by one. And then it happened. My best friend, my life, my brother was killed right beside me. I promised to fight for his honor. I went out on a rampage. Arrow after arrow after arrow was fired at the enemy until we could rejoice in celebration.
1 comment:
ramped should be rampant
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