“Under the frosted moon and bitter sleet, the walking dead battle the dead men walking.
With only 7 to our ranks, almost all hope in winning was lost...but we left our impression upon their cold brow.
The Dark Avenger forces the undead to pay their head tax on turn one, claiming the prize of Geht schon. His head stuck to the horns, the Avenger plays the game with his prize!
DeMaio "A proud loss. Now children of stained demons, praise the newest that join our ranks! Smoker! One who loves to burn! Enter the hoards of the charioteers! Take thy reigns, and tackle destiny!!"”
With only 7 to our ranks, almost all hope in winning was lost...but we left our impression upon their cold brow.
The Dark Avenger forces the undead to pay their head tax on turn one, claiming the prize of Geht schon. His head stuck to the horns, the Avenger plays the game with his prize!
DeMaio "A proud loss. Now children of stained demons, praise the newest that join our ranks! Smoker! One who loves to burn! Enter the hoards of the charioteers! Take thy reigns, and tackle destiny!!"”