In the musky catacombs beneath my home, there once was a small band of vicious, murderous thieves who would spend theirs lives grinding skulls during the day only to come out during then night and take the belongings and lives of unfortunate citizens.
A man by the name of weaver123 The Great rose to power and ordered his soldiers to infiltrate their lair and slaughter the thieves and return the belonging to the citizens.
weaver123 The Great's soldiers failed to execute the thieves, and their corpses were mutilated and placed upon the doorstep of the city hall.
Four hundred years later, I can hear the screams of the soldiers as they were cut open.
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