“You thought I would stay silent?” My imaginary self said as I watched this fortress burn in front of me.
Those planes were getting shot down.
They were nothing but vermin ready to be exterminated.
I was the king of the sky in this world.
All that defied me had to kneel before me.
I didn’t care how big their airships and planes were. They were all clearly compensating for…oh you know how the rest of the saying went.
I envisioned them being engulfed in flames right before I was about to–
“Hosea, are you listening?”
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