I bow in the pressence of a master. That fic was so bad it bent reality. (No offence to your writing, I meant the premise.)
I bow in the pressence of a master. That fic was so bad it bent reality. (No offence to your writing, I meant the premise.)
Last edited by Cracklord; 2009-05-17 at 11:16 PM.
Nadir We,
Youth Born,
Blood Letters,
Axe Weilders,
Victors Still.