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Post by Deathwishbuddha on Oct 14, 2005 10:36:01 GMT -5
Murad ibn Salesh spit for the umpteenth time. He would never ever feel clean again. Who ever said life as a S.E.A.L. in the Turkish army was glamourous was a dirty liar and Murad would get him... O yes he would. He couldn't believe the amount of filth the Russians had dumped into the harbour here at Sevastopol. It must be the reason that Allah had lured them away to fight the Lich King in the north. Still, the Sword of Allah's plan had worked and the advance teams had almost finished mopping up before the main force of Janissaries had even entered the city. With little or no fighting to occupy them they quickly got down to the serious business of looting the city and crucifying the inhabitants that tried to resist. Murad spit again and decided to look for what the savages claimed was a bathhouse. Some hot water would go a long way to making him feel human again.
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