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As it was ordained in the Havveron Codex by the blind, deaf, mute, crippled, limbless, and completely insane scholar Havveron himself, a man and a woman would fill themselves with the elixir of poor judgement and join together in harmony for a single night that would rock the world. From this meeting, like so many other beasts of yore, the child of prophecy would be born. It would be he who would rise above the bloodied ground and ashen skies to take a seat in Midgar and command the forces of Odin in the battle for the world, Ragnanok.

Yea but I was adopted and brought to Briarcliff instead. One of the most boring and simplistic towns ever to be created. This path was covered in the Rall Scriptures, go and read them if you don't believe me. It's on page 9226. Yea...so here I am...finally giving into the temptation of live journaling. Aren't you lucky.

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