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oh yea i noticed that too it but also the question is how did everybody die 0-0 maybe a war? that could explain all the undead soldiers
yea i already finished the game and the end boss is a very big golden clock brass head dude ( i dont know the name xD) and he can kill you in two punches even with the strongist armor
thx i didnt know about the wizerd :p
^ also that, it appears to be fueled by death
Once upon a time some very hardworking dwarves... put all their love into building a game... i mean tomb to serve the king. The tomb would offer hours of entertainment and replay value by randomly generating the dungeon every time you played... er.. i mean it would prevent anyone from stealing the treasure and capture the souls of those who tried. They worked hard day and night making sure the tomb was built nicely and would be different from anything out there on the market. They used a little bit of another popular tomb to help market their work, yet the manchildren who lurk on ....... around the dungeon were self entitled, mildly autistic little twits who are unable to manage expectations. They cried day and night about anyting they could think of and went into all kinds of rage. Some even were so mad that they wrote negative reviews because this makes them feel big. While the dwarves who built the tomb told the angry poop fairies that there would be lots of support even after the tomb was completed many of them were still unhappy as they couldn't comprehend how the bad evil dwarves could possibly create a tomb that wouldn't keep them entertrained 1000's of hours to distract them from their meaningless lives.
The end.
Now this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air
In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air."
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
I put my Walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it."
First class, yo, this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?
Hmm, this might be alright.
But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
I don't think so
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air
Well, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to get arrested yet
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought, "Nah, forget it."
– "Yo, home to Bel-Air."
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo home smell ya later."
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air