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Thunderous hoofbeats echo across the frozen tundra. The stench of death and decay ride upon an icy gale that chills your very soul. Life itself seems to wither into nothingness. A Death Knight surges into view over the horizon, chasing before him all who value their meaningless lives. You would be wise to flee while your legs still carry you, puny mortal.

TYPE YOUR MIND (BUT DON'T BE A DICK)