☩ zehn ☩ private to Dilanda

[vorgesetzter]

There's something on the tip of my tongue, Dilanda. Its so close I can taste it.

Wanna guess what that is?

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[scintillates]

'Firing squad'~?

[vorgesetzter]

Think bigger!

[scintillates]

I hope it involves fire. The anticipation is killing me, tell me now.

OH, Voice btw.

[vorgesetzter]

Fire, and bullets, and explosions, and death, and any and all sorts of methods needed to purge this filth from our great city once and for all.

I speak of war! Be rid of the low lives below us! Ahahahaha!