Oh Phantoms, how I love your lovely handcannon, with little bleeps it destroys my shields.
Oh Ghosts of the Night, I love your supple blades, which strike terror into the hearts of men and alien.
Oh Priestesses of Death, I adore the static-noise blare of your stealth system, which makes noobs wet their pants.
Oh Flippy Ninja ****es, how I lie ecstatic after blowing your barrier with my overload, and gunning you down in a haze of pistol rounds and shotgun shells.
R.E.S.P.E.C.T. FOR THE PHANTOM
Modifié par Jiufengbao, 22 février 2012 - 11:29 .





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