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Nothing lengthens a smile like sixteen inches of cold steel

It's the screaming, you see.

It makes old Grinner smile.

Slake his thirst and he'll steer you right

If he'd fought back, he wouldn't be there, would he?

Fearsome, as they fare

Good for keeping prisoners in place

A surprisingly good material for catching the wind

Surrender, or you'll be next!

At least he's of some use

The hull remembers every bloodly sould it drings...

Every prize taken yields new garbs!

Hell can be seen from up here