"Waves rise and fall, children are birthed and men enter the grave. Yet, few things break a man's spirit so much as seeing a perfectly good buffalo wing fall on the ground. Seriously, that is so fucking uncool. I'm just gonna lick the sauce off the grass. Don't judge me bro."
- Protagoras
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South of the Danube
Attila the Hun is dead. The terror of his memory lives on. The remnants of his hordes dream of land and plund...
