Final Breeding I

A stench of blood, ripped intestines and sweaty genitalia lay in the air as you gazed upon Dravinia, the orc's queen.

" Ohh look, we missed one last night!" she chirped.

Now there was no way out. You had managed to hide between the piles of bones until the last of your brethren had been devoured, however there was no escape from fate.

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