While it is known commonly by the lowly townfolk of rural Mussurahh that i am a statley Gentleman of erstwhile propopotions...little is known of my brutal origin story. I warn you the tale of my becoming is not for the more squimish amongst you...i have been told my the help that the youngins of this milleneyall era are yellah bellied pillow womplers. My name is Tyrone spalding...the tale of my origin began in a ravenous snow storm in 1896...in rural mussurah....frostbitten and near dead with deliruim i feared i would soon succumb to mother natures bitter sweet goodnight. But it seemed fate had deemed me worthy...a bitter foreboreding and gleaming winters twilight
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While it is known commonly by the lowly townfolk of rural Mussurahh that i am a statley Gentleman of erstwhile propopotions...little is known of my brutal origin story. I warn you the tale of my becoming is not for the more squimish amongst you...i have been told my the help that the youngins of this milleneyall era are yellah bellied pillow womplers. My name is Tyrone spalding...the tale of my origin began in a ravenous snow storm in 1896...in rural mussurah....frostbitten and near dead with deliruim i feared i would soon succumb to mother natures bitter sweet goodnight. But it seemed fate had deemed me worthy...a bitter foreboreding and gleaming winters twilight
Wicked