He was pretty used to the horror and chaos of the wastes. The violence, the carnage, the wars, the killing. At this point it was all second nature to him. He'd seen it all. From east to west he carved a bloody path and left nothing but a trail of the damned behind. He was bored. He had reached the top, slain all who could stand in his way. Nothing else could challenge him, nothing left to catch him by surprise... Until they came along...
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