Fearless Hun lords, among the hundreds that rode and poured blood, sweat and tears in agony across the dirt filled battlegrounds of exile and death, only ten of you survived long enough to witness rising of a new Master of all the Huns. Challenge your destiny now, grab the sweet glory of victory, or die with bitter taste of defeat. Sharpen your arrows, treat your beasts, and get ready to spread the melodies of doom, devastation and terror once more... Over, and over again. At this point of no return, each single battle may be the crucial one, each brave soul may be your saviour, each wound fatal, and every water pouch the one you will die without. No more compromises, no allies. No mercy. May your head give you the wisdom, and your heart the courage to act by it. Huns, feel the ground trembling thunders of war drums in your veins and unleash the ancient rage upon your enemies! Ride with the winds of your nature, noble warriors, and let the merry bloodshed harvest begin!
Welche kreative Seele hat sich das denn ausgedacht
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Original von nC_eru.
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. Aber thanks. 
