Curse you Pizza! I have been outed once again as a god. I am Brittania, the godly embodiment of the Britons. When you are ripped apart by my historically inaccurate war-dogs during the night phase, you will rue the day you voted for me!
Curse you Pizza! I have been outed once again as a god. I am Brittania, the godly embodiment of the Britons. When you are ripped apart by my historically inaccurate war-dogs during the night phase, you will rue the day you voted for me!
Why did the chicken cross the road?
So that its subjects will view it with admiration, as a chicken which has the daring and courage to boldly cross the road,
but also with fear, for whom among them has the strength to contend with such a paragon of avian virtue? In such a manner is the princely
chicken's dominion maintained. ~Machiavelli
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