The Matador has Died, Long Live the Bull
El Quandary no more.
No longer will you draw breath. I have smote your ruins upon the ground with my drunken intensity.
When the smoke did clear I learned a terrifying truth that only my soul did know. El Quandary was merely a child. Through hiding and pretending El Quandary has evaded me once again. And now the real Matador will fly his cape and I will charge. El Quandary I curse the name. Until we meet again….
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