I had a career planned out. A potential paying job. But because of one convention and cosplay merchant I am ripped from the familiar and placed in a role that has me destined to fail…
So why am I still drawn to the flame as the lone words call to me through the embers…
"Chosen Undead Lord, usurp the age of fire…"
"Chosen Unkindled, rise up and defeat the Final Lord."
… And why are there ponies?
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