The Game
`So, you want to take my picture, now I can’t defend myself. A picture that you`ll have blown up, put in a frame to hang above your fireplace and tell tales of your bravery to your family and friends. Even though I can no longer see mine.
`If the object of this game is to kill, then so be it. But remember one thing, I may not be here in body, but my spirit lives on in this, my kingdom, and revenge for me killing will be gained`. And that night, an unexpected hunter, found that out.
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