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Church of Bgammax
Bgammax's followers all gather and pray for deliverence and salvation. The pasture was a peculiar little 16 year old who wore a my chemical romance tee shirt and had black hair with blue highlights. He ultered but a few words in honor of the great Bgammax... I hate life.
A voice cries out, booming as it sends sound waves across hills, lands, seas and even skies. Just to reach the church. Isn't he dead though?
...lucky bastard.