/gg FTW! Addict
Sparks fly as swords dance, and the steel spurs create an unearthly rhythm. The battleground is a wonderful opera that can only be performed once.
In order to engrave this sight upon my memory, I gaze unblinking at the unfolding drama.
Ah, how could this be? My comrades fall, one by one. This beautiful yet sad scene is a garden of roses, blown away by the brisk outdoor wind--
W-Wait, I'm the only one left! What do I do now!?