| Many moons ago when time stood still lived a nation strong and proud. No machines, their minds were pure. Anything they could endure. Then came the storm that tore their empire to the ground. Just you be warned. When you least expect it.
Something wicked in the air tonight. Nothing of our earthly time. Storm clouds forming with the smell of death. Power's origin unknown.
Even though the nation thinned so fast. They knew they'd prevail at last. The sands of time destroyed mankind. We've fallen victims to ourselves. We are the storm. And the sacred nation weeps. We have been warned. You didn't expect it did you?
Something wicked in the air. Something wicked every where. Something wicked in our minds. Something wicked all the time.
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