by John Garre t t

LIFE-TAKERLIFE-TAKERLIFE-TAKERTHETHE

the tale of...

THIS LAND IS WEAK.

FULL OF WEAK, FRAIL OLD MEN DRINKING WINE, READING POETRY AND

FUSSING OVER LEDGERS.

CIVILIZATION. NOTHING MORE THAN COWARDS drinkING AT TABLES.

ALL BECAUSE THEY FEAR TO MEET ON THE BATTLEFIELD.

I’LL NOT LET NATTERING OLD WOMEN DECIDE WHAT I SHOULD HAVE AND WHAT I SHOULD NOT HAVE.

I TAKE WHAT I WANT BY MY AXE, AND NONE SHALL

TELL ME DIFFERENT.

IF YOU CANNOT KEEP YOUR COIN, I WILL TAKE IT.

IF YOU CANNOT PROTECT YOUR HOME OR YOUR WIFE,

I WILL TAKE THEM.

AND IF YOU CANNOT DEFEND YOUR LIFE..?

SOME DENOUNCE ME. THEY SAY MY WAY IS WRONG.

PERHAPS...

PERHAPS ONE DAY I WILL MEET A WARRIOR

LIKE MYSELF...

...ONE WHO CAN BEST ME.

BUT THAT DAY...

...IS NOT TODAY.

THE END.

THIS LAND HAS GROWN WEAK.

I WILL NOT REST UNTIL IT

IS STRONG AGAIN.

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