Just a little group for the portuguese and friends, roaming around ModDB.
He bears a tale so gloom and tragic, never to be known. Into darkness now fallen, into hatred now grown. Like a stillborn child drifting in the silent seas of blood crushing all his dreams. No castle walls can hold the fury in his eyes. Devotion for death now controls his life.
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