The High Road

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There’s a certain sense on accomplishment you get when hundreds upon hundreds of orcs throw themselves at your maze of death only to be turned to puddles of gristle, sinew and blood. Sadistic, perhaps, but very satisfying. I can only imagine the despair that runs through a poor orcs head when he makes his way past all my traps only to stand on a flip plate and get launched back to the start of the corridor.

Oh, did I mention MUAHAHAHAHAHA.

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