The end of days, post apocalypse, the last Apodaca emerges from hiding, patiently awaiting the right moment where all doucebags, scumbags, and the worthless are at their weakest. In the beginning, if God created light, then in the end, I will create darkness.
Young Preist: The Apodacalypse is near.
Old Preist: Let us pray.
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