Golden Medallion by abin tralag

My life is one of great distress. As i sit here in regal dress,on a white prancing stallion. I look down at my Golden Medallion,which is the symbol of all things bad. Rage flows through me. With a roar of anger,i hurl it against a tree. Without a second thought,i send my stallion running towards the horizon.

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