Retributors
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Ongoing1h 13m
Last published Thu, Feb 16, 2017
A single decisive moment that spiraled my life completely out of control, too many murders for one set of shoulders too burden. A soulless creature has killed my family. Bad right? Not even scratching the surface when several 'Retributors' burst into my home and take me too my new life whether I want it or not.
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