Terminal Frost because I went to Canada once. Ah, what a trip that was. It was just like all the postcards with the snow, the treelines, the animals........


Red Bull gives you wings but that trip was something else,



Red Bull

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Things do not auger well, my pretties. I have seen it. Observe as the mighty oak quivers in the breeze, as the raven swoops backwards...

My time is coming. Do not mourn my passing. For it is the beginning of my life...