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Hunter ranger
Nothing is more infuriating as the wrath of a man’s blood soaked heart,nothing is more infuriating than a man’s gentle hand upon the love of his lusting drive.nothing is more infuriating than a man’s protection of his true love.your insulted?,but I’m soul challenged .a challenge of absence and loss.a challenge of everything I stand to lose,and everything I expect …..let me ask you. Would you challenge your own heart? and self worth?or would you become the ranger hunter.a subclass that’ll never be beat.because his or hers arrows of
of truth and confidence always fly straight and true.and when I release,I release with no consequence,because I love my targets blood. and I’ll never fucking miss.and that is what I believe in,the authenticity of game.Maybe I’m lost…,,,,probably not. but as long as I have the strength to keep hunting and harvesting the sweet sustenance of death,I’ll stay in the dark woodlands.you know why? Because I’m the hunter ranger,a spirit that can never be be beat.protector of my dark forest and all I believe in.
of truth and confidence always fly straight and true.and when I release,I release with no consequence,because I love my targets blood. and I’ll never fucking miss.and that is what I believe in,the authenticity of game.Maybe I’m lost…,,,,probably not. but as long as I have the strength to keep hunting and harvesting the sweet sustenance of death,I’ll stay in the dark woodlands.you know why? Because I’m the hunter ranger,a spirit that can never be be beat.protector of my dark forest and all I believe in.
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