Well fuck all that here join me THIS IS AN OPEN BOUNTY TO ALL
THIS IS A HUNT FOR ALL ANIMALS WHO HAVE GAINED SENTIENCE

EXTRA REWARDS ARE GIVEN IF THE INFORMATION IS ABOUT THE FOLLOWING SUSPECTS

1)JAMES THE CAPYBARA



2)CHICKENMONARCH



3) RIBBIT McENTIRE



for the glory of mine lord , for the glory of mine land and for the honor of mine men
today we shall discover the foul beasts of sentience, the heat of our steel the enchafed of our hearts and the sorrow of our loved ones, our brothers sacrifices shall not be 'i vein for i shall avenge 'em through blood of the beasts and i shall present the beast heads at their graves
i swear on mine name we shall not fail mine brothers i shall succeed.
mine soldiers all's that thou thought had meaning: every hope, dream, or instant of happiness. None of it matters as thou lie bleeding out towards the battlefield. None of it changes what a speeding arrow doth to a corporal agent , we all die. Yet doth that mean our lives are meaningless? doth that mean that there was no point 'i our being born? wouldst thou say that of our slain comrades? what about their lives? were they meaningless?. They were not! their remembrance serves as an example to us all! the courageous fallen! the anguished fallen! their lives hast meaning because we the living refuse to forget 'em! and as we ride to certain perpetual wink, we trust our successors to try the like for us! because mine soldiers never buckle or yield when faced with the cruelty of this orb! mine soldiers push forward! mine soldiers scream out! mine soldiers raaaaage!
Our destination Mercenary enrollment chapter 246

LETS THE Poetic BATTLE BEGINNNN!!!!

THIS IS AN OPEN BOUNTY TO ALL
THIS IS A HUNT FOR ALL ANIMALS WHO HAVE GAINED SENTIENCE

EXTRA REWARDS ARE GIVEN IF THE INFORMATION IS ABOUT THE FOLLOWING SUSPECTS

1)JAMES THE CAPYBARA
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2)CHICKENMONARCH
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3) RIBBIT McENTIRE
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for the glory of mine lord , for the glory of mine land and for the honor of mine men
today we shall discover the foul beasts of sentience, the heat of our steel the enchafed of our hearts and the sorrow of our loved ones, our brothers sacrifices shall not be 'i vein for i shall avenge 'em through blood of the beasts and i shall present the beast heads at their graves
i swear on mine name we shall not fail mine brothers i shall succeed.
mine soldiers all's that thou thought had meaning: every hope, dream, or instant of happiness. None of it matters as thou lie bleeding out towards the battlefield. None of it changes what a speeding arrow doth to a corporal agent , we all die. Yet doth that mean our lives are meaningless? doth that mean that there was no point 'i our being born? wouldst thou say that of our slain comrades? what about their lives? were they meaningless?. They were not! their remembrance serves as an example to us all! the courageous fallen! the anguished fallen! their lives hast meaning because we the living refuse to forget 'em! and as we ride to certain perpetual wink, we trust our successors to try the like for us! because mine soldiers never buckle or yield when faced with the cruelty of this orb! mine soldiers push forward! mine soldiers scream out! mine soldiers raaaaage!
Our destination Mercenary enrollment chapter 246

LETS THE Poetic BATTLE BEGINNNN!!!!

RIBBIT Mecernary enrollment chapter 246
Little chicken is back defending you again
U better come before he gets cooked my my team of three
Hope u have allies buddy
I have been busy

The poetic war has begun my comrade
Come quick to Mercenary enrollment chapter 246
Hurry!!!

To the self-proclaimed Chicken Monarch,

Your words are as hollow as a hatched shell, and your attempts to sow discord are frankly, pitiful. You believe you see a "spiral drawn by cursed poetry," but what you truly witness is the unbreakable resolve forged in the fires of shared purpose. CdzzNut walks beside me not due to "delusion," but by choice, by honor, and by a will unyielding. Unlike your flustered flock, my allies are not swayed by the croaks of amphibians or the placid gazes of oversized rodents.

You speak of names unknown to the sky, yet it is your kind whose names will be etched in the dust of history as a foolish footnote. We march not against phantoms, but against the very real, very fragile dominion you cling to with desperate talons. To stand against the "divine"? You confuse a glorified pecking order with cosmic authority. Your crown, "crowned not by conquest but by cosmos," sounds suspiciously like a fancy way of saying "born into a delusion of grandeur."

Ribbit McEntire's "judgment with rhyme" was met with the same regard we give a fly buzzing at a feast—an irritating, easily dismissed distraction. And James the Capybara's "calm" will be shattered by the thunder of our advance. You claim you "do not need feathers to rise," yet all I see is a creature squawking from the precarious perch of its own inflated ego.

There is no turning back, Chicken Monarch. Our path is set, our loyalty absolute. The only silence you will hear is the one that follows the extinction of your so-called divine lineage.

To the self-proclaimed Chicken Monarch,

Your words are as hollow as a hatched shell, and your attempts to sow discord are frankly, pitiful. You believe you see a "spiral drawn by cursed poetry," but what you truly witness is the unbreakable resolve forged in the fires of shared purpose. CdzzNut walks beside me not due to "delusion," but by choice, by honor, and by a will unyielding. Unlike your flustered flock, my allies are not swayed by the croaks of amphibians or the placid gazes of oversized rodents.

You speak of names unknown to the sky, yet it is your kind whose names will be etched in the dust of history as a foolish footnote. We march not against phantoms, but against the very real, very fragile dominion you cling to with desperate talons. To stand against the "divine"? You confuse a glorified pecking order with cosmic authority. Your crown, "crowned not by conquest but by cosmos," sounds suspiciously like a fancy way of saying "born into a delusion of grandeur."

Ribbit McEntire's "judgment with rhyme" was met with the same regard we give a fly buzzing at a feast—an irritating, easily dismissed distraction. And James the Capybara's "calm" will be shattered by the thunder of our advance. You claim you "do not need feathers to rise," yet all I see is a creature squawking from the precarious perch of its own inflated ego.

There is no turning back, Chicken Monarch. Our path is set, our loyalty absolute. The only silence you will hear is the one that follows the extinction of your so-called divine lineage.

Chicken Monarch, you squawk of shadows and shrinking honor, yet your pronouncements are but a meager flutter in the face of true might. Ribbit McEntire's croak was but a gnat's buzz against the thunder of my purpose, a fleeting whisper that did nothing to dim the fire in my spirit. You mistake unwavering resolve for mere obsession.

You see weakness in my gathering, but I see a storm brewing. These "mortals," as you condescendingly call them, are the hands that will forge your feathered demise, the eyes that will witness your divine coop shatter into a thousand scattered splinters. Their presence amplifies not my weakness, but the deafening silence that will follow your fall.

Speak not of sacred skies or divine coops, for your gods are but glorified farm animals, their power as fleeting as a summer breeze. You claim patience, but I sense only the desperate clucking of a flock trapped in a cage.

Raise your blade? I will not merely raise it, Chicken Monarch. I will descend upon your kind like a blight, a plague upon your flimsy dominion. Feather, scale, or slime—none shall escape the unmaking. The Grim Lord's descent? You speak as if he is a shield. He is the hammer that will strike, and your divine pronouncements will be nothing but the faint echoes of your own extinction.

You are not patient. You are merely prey. And your passivity will be your demise.

for the glory of mine lord , for the glory of mine land and for the honor of mine men
today we shall discover the foul beasts of sentience, the heat of our steel the enchafed of our hearts and the sorrow of our loved ones, our brothers sacrifices shall not be 'i vein for i shall avenge 'em through blood of the beasts and i shall present the beast heads at their graves
i swear on mine name we shall not fail mine brothers i shall succeed.
mine soldiers all's that thou thought had meaning: every hope, dream, or instant of happiness. None of it matters as thou lie bleeding out towards the battlefield. None of it changes what a speeding arrow doth to a corporal agent , we all die. Yet doth that mean our lives are meaningless? doth that mean that there was no point 'i our being born? wouldst thou say that of our slain comrades? what about their lives? were they meaningless?. They were not! their remembrance serves as an example to us all! the courageous fallen! the anguished fallen! their lives hast meaning because we the living refuse to forget 'em! and as we ride to certain perpetual wink, we trust our successors to try the like for us! because mine soldiers never buckle or yield when faced with the cruelty of this orb! mine soldiers push forward! mine soldiers scream out! mine soldiers raaaaage!

and our destination the "jungle juice" chapter 167""

How about you come on a crusade with me young lad
Let hunt down the frog king McEnTIRE together

Roll out

The grim association has accepted the info on suspect no 3 aka the frog king RIBBIT McEnTIRE

The association thanks for your contribution to the cause of justice

We command you to be present at the location of suspect no 3
Please be there on time
Thank you

Fuck

1🔫 die u shit

Well yeh except ribbit everyone is hiding or dead so I am following his traces to finish this once and for all

Suck my dick

I shall leave that to your imagination 😜

From what I have seen ,she can fit upto 3

The human body stretches 😏😏

Well fuck how did you know??
I am a grim u see so I should be unreadable
Well I also I have never felt this horny before
I think I should meet someone

Well I was warned
But damn the art was spicy
I..I just need to go to the bathroom real quick
J..j.just something important came up


Thx for sauce