As the light of the setting sun dwindles over the windswept plains of Ascaron I can't help but to think of the adventures tomorrow will bring.
Near by forest spirits emerge and start to frolic. I'm in awe of their delicate grace and beauty and a smile plays across my face as I watch them dance long into the night..
Tomorrow morning I'll magma bullet their asses.
Near by forest spirits emerge and start to frolic. I'm in awe of their delicate grace and beauty and a smile plays across my face as I watch them dance long into the night..
Tomorrow morning I'll magma bullet their asses.

