forgotten hill mementoes love beyond walkthroughs

They're great to read with one hand, you know? Well, eh, anyway, what if I told ya.there is a lost Manga of Monster Musume? I was visiting Comic Con and saw a little stand with a bright and cheerful looking lady in a black robe who had some Monster Musume stuff for sale, so I looked around, and then she told me, 'You know, if you're really interested in something special, I have a lost episode for sale.'I was like, 'Wait what? A lost episode.'She smiled a bit with what seemed to be a toothy smile that seemed a bit unnerving, and then said in a seemingly kind voice, 'Yes. Yo dawg, you heard of Monster Grills right? They're great to cook one's meat on, you know? I actually used to consoom like a consoomer a whole bunch of monster grill media, and collected all da Monster Grill Manga. The mind develops within, an evil seed, that grows and strangles the spirit, and who's roots enter the mind, and with training under our hand, will become the chains of their oppression, and mold them to our will. Under cruel treatment, under oppression, under the terrors of day and night, under all the lies spread by this world. For expectation allows us to hide the truth. And let them do anything, no matter how cruel, how dark, for acceptance, and let those unworthy be driven to outer darkness, unloved, unwanted, and seek it at the end of the needle of addiction. It is the natural desire of the children of men to expect love, to expect acceptance. Let no one know mercy, nor salvation, nor even have a bit of confidence, but be condemned, as a hanged man, and let every step they take, every breath they take, every word they speak, be held against them, twisted, used to control them and keep them from the light. With reason, no one can understand the way their brother sees the world, nor would want to. Let not one unit, or see the way others see, but let our light blind their eyes, blind their minds, lead them to ridicule instead, the view of others, the dream of others, the difference of others. Cleverness is cruel, mocking, scorning to all. For obligation allows us to control your hands. And their obligation lead their hands to kill others and themselves, in body and spirit. Let it ware on day by day, in slave contracts to the powerful who look at them with contempt, treat them as ants, and never allow them their rights, all for gold.

Let them slave, day and night, for a bit of stale bread, a drink of polluted water, and barely afford to live. With fear, people cannot see others as their brother. With Fear, neighbor fights neighbor, With fear, the world seems unsafe, as if danger is around every corner. With a voice, a guiding tongue, let those blind, dull of mind, weak of heart, hear your voice, and be guided, but not on the way they should go, but stumble through the crowded darkness.

Forgotten hill mementoes love beyond walkthroughs