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Weapons of Time, Weapons of Time Games, Play Weapons of Time Games

Weapons of Time Some strange monk did. They’ll all be punished. It wasn’t me who brought all of them. Some strange monk did. It wasn’t me who brought all of them. Some strange monk did. These people are like kids. It wasn’t me who brought all of them. Some strange monk did. These people are like kids. He was standing there, calling. These people are like kids. These people are like kids. I saw him. He had a walleye. Game like kids Game I saw him. He had a walleye. I saw him. He had a walleye. A crippled hunchback monk. He brought all these fools! Start looking, or I’ll flog you to death! A crippled hunchback monk. He brought all these fools! Start looking, or I’ll flog you to death! I’m the Eye of the Order. That’s my job. It’s a mistake. I’m the Eye of the Order. That’s my job. I’m the Eye of the Order. That’s my job. It’s a mistake. It was some strange monk. Is this blood or what? It stinks. What? The Creator gave us pain. I went to university too. Arima Game I’m the Eye of the Order. My hands are slippery. Slippery Game I’ll kill everyone here. And you too, student! There. Heresy! Heresy! Get out of here! Remove it! Heresy! Get out of here! Heresy! Get out of here! Quiet! What are you looking at? Heresy! Out of my way, rot! What? I didn’t take anything! The hat of sorrow! No one steals from the Order. Everyone. God, stop me. It’s as if it’s wasn’t me. Not everyone’s destined. I can’t either. I feel nauseous. It’s just Game why? Here’s a gift for you. It’s from the court martial. Summons to the office. The Tower of Joy. Not funny. He’s here too. Already? What did I do? I never left the house. Get out! Already? What did I do? I never left the house. That’s death. And that’s life. Life. And life again. Here. Your destiny. Kiun from Tin Street. Defamation of the Order. That’s serious. Nothing good about you either. And we Game hah. You can pardon all these ones, Don. We’ll you like a woman. Why don’t you give me, the stupid Don, more street luvvies. You’ll find someone else instead. It makes no difference to you who to burn.



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