Bloodborne: A Paleblood Cure
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"The time has come for hunters like you to be useless. The curse has been lifted. No more turning man into beast. Go, scurry on home then. Recline in your rocker, put your feet above the fire. You can rest dreamless knowin' it's over."
"But that isn't quite YOU, is it?
"No no. Your different. Not just a pure Paleblood, no. You've got a goal about ya. Not much hunters have their own goal do they?"
"And what would this introverted hunters goals be?"
You:"To slay them all."
"All of who?"
You:"The beasts. Every last one of them!"
"Ha! Well I can't say I don't appreciate your ambition! He he he."
"Well good luck to you, hunter of beasts!! Aaah ha ha ha!"
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