Myth: The Fallen Lords (Demo)
It is a cold winter day, but only in the computer. My soldiers have been decimated, mostly by friendly fire from a sadistic dwarf, but I am still confident of victory; the dwarf swallowed one of his own Molotov cocktails.
No one remaining is uninjured, but my soldiers are battle hardened. Off in the distance I see something large and gray.
“Last guy looks easy. Go kill him so I can play.” My younger brother is a convincing snake.
The Trow kicks my small band to pieces. Hope flees and so does my brother.
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