Feeds from the dead, wild franzy rat, claws of steel blades and I don't want to meet him face to face. Look in his eyes cold down in his hands, it's better to stay after him. Uncommon legend born in these lands, half man half devil rat turnskin. Drain up your soul, crime on the shoal. Prepare backpack and run away without lookin back.
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