Hi, the reader. I will not tell my name, but I hope that in the near future, will you read my book and style will know whose post you read here.
Once in the hot afternoon I was walking down the street. I imagine, if I am riding a warhorse on hordes of enemies. I cut them into pieces with his sword, blood pouring all around. With each new victory, I'm not tired, but rather felt a surge of strength, after a hundred slain enemies, I became even more invincible than they were in the beginning. Around flying clouds of dust, the air smelled like blood and fear. Everywhere could be heard the neighing of horses and the desperate and the frightened shouts of my enemies. Yeah, enemies were hundreds or thousands. You certainly can't count because I saw them around to the horizon. And here, after a desperate and a great battle, pierced the last enemy, I turned around...Alive it was just me and my war horse. Looking at the patterns from randomly lying bodies, I highlighted the words "steemit". After that, I went online and found this site, after that I'm here. I just won the battle.
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