The Year of the Advent
As darkness descends upon the land, you steel your arms and grit your teeth. Nothing is easily accomplished in this world, and for everything you take, you’ll lose a piece of yourself.
We’ll, looks like we’ve got another one. I would say welcome, but I think that’d give the wrong impression. “Welcome” implies I’m happy you’re here, but, truth be told, I’m not. And you shouldn’t be either. This land is cursed, and naught a single good thing will sprout from its blood-stained soil. Many have tried to make a change, and all have failed. What makes you think you’ll make a difference? Stupidity? A false concept of heroism? Hogwash. All you’ll make is fine meat for the grinder, friend.