They call it a free trial, but the price I pay is in Aldgoat blood.
Barred from the Market Boards, I must hunt for every last skin I use to craft. The caprine screams haunt both my waking moments, and my slumber.
Drybone is wet with the tears of goat mothers, watching their children die to yeald their skin, pain only ending when I take them too.
To Eorzea, I am a hero. To Aldgoats, a monster. Who is to say who is right...
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Barred from the Market Boards, I must hunt for every last skin I use to craft. The caprine screams haunt both my waking moments, and my slumber.
Drybone is wet with the tears of goat mothers, watching their children die to yeald their skin, pain only ending when I take them too.
To Eorzea, I am a hero. To Aldgoats, a monster. Who is to say who is right...
submitted by /u/Amanda-the-Panda
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Continue reading...