“The black winding road of damnation leads to the town of Silverhelms. Let the game of pain begin!
Hail to Master of the Wind, thy power unleashed! Like a rocket, you propel to the endzone and into history! Climb higher and higher to legendary status! You are truly without limit!
DeMaio "With the blood of the six magic circles, let hate take form! Bring the power of Ron Walker from the grave and become flesh! Rise creature of Hell and walk again!"
The charioteers celebrate the victory through the dead of night, feeding their fill of primordal urges and hungry vices!”
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Hail to Master of the Wind, thy power unleashed! Like a rocket, you propel to the endzone and into history! Climb higher and higher to legendary status! You are truly without limit!
DeMaio "With the blood of the six magic circles, let hate take form! Bring the power of Ron Walker from the grave and become flesh! Rise creature of Hell and walk again!"
The charioteers celebrate the victory through the dead of night, feeding their fill of primordal urges and hungry vices!”