My 9 year old self is happy about this news, my 26 year old self is running for the hills in fear. Let some things stay dead.
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The Quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little, and it will fail, to the ruin of all. Yet hope remains while the Company is true. Go Flames Go!
Pain heals. Chicks dig scars. Glory... lasts forever.
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