It's the year 2622. In a dark gothic tower, overlooking a wasteland where once a great empire stood, Kissinger, unable to find more souls to feed on, draws his last breath. From his grey, molerat-like corpse come the howling of millions upon millions of bangladeshis, vietnamese, cambodians, laotians, martian homesteaders, antimuskites, neo-australians, phobotians, proxima centaurese, gateskippers, edenists and others whose names and languages have been lost to time.
I hate to say it, but critical support for Kissinger. If this is the kind of people he eats to keep his body barely functioning I hope he lives for another 100 years and eats them all.
Kissinger (somewhere): laughs as another conservative dies before him and he sucks their soul out to continue to power himself much to C.C's dismay
It's the year 2622. In a dark gothic tower, overlooking a wasteland where once a great empire stood, Kissinger, unable to find more souls to feed on, draws his last breath. From his grey, molerat-like corpse come the howling of millions upon millions of bangladeshis, vietnamese, cambodians, laotians, martian homesteaders, antimuskites, neo-australians, phobotians, proxima centaurese, gateskippers, edenists and others whose names and languages have been lost to time.
I hate to say it, but critical support for Kissinger. If this is the kind of people he eats to keep his body barely functioning I hope he lives for another 100 years and eats them all.