Alright. I've killed a big drunk guy with a giant sword, a general riding a horse with a massive spear and a lady that balances on invisible ropes while throwing knives at me. Not a problem, not at all... But a bull with a flaming log on his head. Fuck you stupid fucking bull fuck off i fucking hate you oh my god.
[It was finally over. They had done it. The brown man was gone, his followers with him. Solstice was safe, but there was... an emptiness. Some sort of void that no one had the brain capacity to explain. They remembered the words of their nameless leader in this moment.] "I'd rather have a dead server, than have a Muslim server." [He shook his head, a single tear rolling down his face. Truer words had never been spoke