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There lived a formidable Barbarian known far and wide as Pelle he loved horking a little to much especially corrupted rouges they smelled the best as far as demons go. Pelle possessed an extraordinary talent that has lead him to develop an unquenchable thirst for horking, the art of plundering Fallen foes for their riches. Renowned for his prowess, Pelle's horking exploits were the stuff of legends. Ever since he got his two Ist'ed suicide branches the problem has grown with the ability to hork so many corpses so fast and smooth.
However, Pelle's insatiable appetite for horking would soon lead him to his best hork ever with the notorious leader of the corrupted rogues, Cold Crow. This nefarious bandit queen had terrorized the land for years, her cunning and cruelty unmatched.
One terrorized day, as Pelle roamed the Cold Plains killing everything in sight to make fresh corpses to hork, he stumbled upon a band of Cold Crow's corrupted rogues lurking in the shadows. Undeterred by the danger, Pelle charged into battle, his trusty phase blades gleaming in the sunlight.
The corrupted rogues, sensing Pelle's lust for loot, unleashed a volley of Arrows in a desperate attempt to Fend him off. Pelle was undaunted, his horking instincts finely tuned. With each Fallen rogue, he descended upon their lifeless bodies a berserker gone mad, seizing their possessions with careful scrutiny.
As the battle raged on, Pelle's horking Frenzy reached a fever pitch. He tore through the minions and entered The Cave. Cold Crow was waiting and when Pelle saw her glowing skin in the pale light his lust for finding an item was at its peak. She died with just a swing of his Greif and as he horked her still warm body their skin touched as his Wire Fleece slipped on her Black red blood still pumping from her lifeless body. Out came a unique Diadem he was now hooked far deeper than before he realized as he teleported away to the next Elite. There will be no end to the horking for Pelle his lust only grows.
Anyone else got a Barb with this problem.
However, Pelle's insatiable appetite for horking would soon lead him to his best hork ever with the notorious leader of the corrupted rogues, Cold Crow. This nefarious bandit queen had terrorized the land for years, her cunning and cruelty unmatched.
One terrorized day, as Pelle roamed the Cold Plains killing everything in sight to make fresh corpses to hork, he stumbled upon a band of Cold Crow's corrupted rogues lurking in the shadows. Undeterred by the danger, Pelle charged into battle, his trusty phase blades gleaming in the sunlight.
The corrupted rogues, sensing Pelle's lust for loot, unleashed a volley of Arrows in a desperate attempt to Fend him off. Pelle was undaunted, his horking instincts finely tuned. With each Fallen rogue, he descended upon their lifeless bodies a berserker gone mad, seizing their possessions with careful scrutiny.
As the battle raged on, Pelle's horking Frenzy reached a fever pitch. He tore through the minions and entered The Cave. Cold Crow was waiting and when Pelle saw her glowing skin in the pale light his lust for finding an item was at its peak. She died with just a swing of his Greif and as he horked her still warm body their skin touched as his Wire Fleece slipped on her Black red blood still pumping from her lifeless body. Out came a unique Diadem he was now hooked far deeper than before he realized as he teleported away to the next Elite. There will be no end to the horking for Pelle his lust only grows.
Anyone else got a Barb with this problem.
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