Somewhere in the darkest recesses of my cold, blackened heart, there is an altar. It was built from the charred corpses of a thousand newborns and fashioned in the misshapen form of a wailing maiden being torn apart by a horde of lustful demons. From it's bowels, forever eternal, shall echo the howling fury, the boiling hate, the maddening thirst for vengeance I feel for you alone.
Enjoy that helm, mate.
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