Denounce onto hot decree, yonder thaw beneath a solemn sickening embracisty of crespucular. Stridulant either striking inherent earn humankind shudder upon dread. Sardonic dagger, forwith pierced increasingly shrieking hushed, torturing the vein of gruesome whom eventually dripped. Thus, dreadful enigma inside a miraculous. Wherefore, I—separate an string of doom whom passed through the pneuma, yet dawning onto euphony again.
❨ ARC—I: BLACKWATER'S FUGITIVE ❩ •
“Oh Dutch, we got nowhere to go
what a lonesome cowboy—we ain't got no father, we ain't got no mother: was that the reason to give up? from the very first time—me and the gentleman have its plan to go Tahiti and start our new lives, all we have to do now is just be patient and follow my plan because we need money to leave this ironic lives. With that. We need allies to share our tenderness and become the forerunner to the success of our plans.”
“shout out to those gentleman nor lady! Thus, the brittle wood convey the heaps of hope from our Van Der Linde gang, after surviving from the very last breath on the heartless mountain wr delcare that we dedicated to finding 'sum allies—please shoot me your lethal gun there: @VanderIinde_bot to prove your willingness.” Dang—an eternal loathe on domineer’s bloodshed. I, just bein tranquil, thereupon continue to peruse. It cannot be denied that was a augury for himself, Arthur Morgan—which live you want to choose? which death stare you shall receive at your last breath?
❨ ARC—I: BLACKWATER'S FUGITIVE ❩ •
“Oh Dutch, we got nowhere to go
what a lonesome cowboy—we ain't got no father, we ain't got no mother: was that the reason to give up? from the very first time—me and the gentleman have its plan to go Tahiti and start our new lives, all we have to do now is just be patient and follow my plan because we need money to leave this ironic lives. With that. We need allies to share our tenderness and become the forerunner to the success of our plans.”
“shout out to those gentleman nor lady! Thus, the brittle wood convey the heaps of hope from our Van Der Linde gang, after surviving from the very last breath on the heartless mountain wr delcare that we dedicated to finding 'sum allies—please shoot me your lethal gun there: @VanderIinde_bot to prove your willingness.” Dang—an eternal loathe on domineer’s bloodshed. I, just bein tranquil, thereupon continue to peruse. It cannot be denied that was a augury for himself, Arthur Morgan—which live you want to choose? which death stare you shall receive at your last breath?