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Always Walking. Always Hungry. Always Undead.

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smell of death

What can you see on the horizon, friend?
Can you see the dawn coming? Can you see golden rays of light clamoring to slip across the tops of the hills along the eastern range?
No. You cannot. You see only your need. You see only your rage. You see only your hunger.
It is a long, empty road you walk.
It need not be that way, friend.
It need not be that way.