Goodbyes are hard to give through swinging fists, but, anymore, they won't stop.
Good luck in the Army of Nothing.
Good luck with the plague.
Our situation stands forever.
Are you ready for what's coming?

procedures

Throat to throat. Mark his words.

Marching in fours identical clones of the leader, preaching about something "important" on matters of irrelavence.

Chronicles of nothing are translated into screams and chants repeated by all and used until it's a joke.

Any newcomers to "Army of Nothing" are ridiculed and beat.

Logic, loyalty, respect, females, ( Read more... )

I TOOK EVERYONE I DON'T TALK TO OFF OF MY FRIENDS LIST. OR KIDS I DIDN'T LIKE. DO NOT ADD ME.