[Few moments ago.]
"Fuck…. Is everybody alive?" – asked Deven as he sat down and opened up an box full of potions.
"Alive here…. I think….. I had my arm cut off." -said the Red Lion player with an missing arm.
"Fuck…. Healers, focus on people that are missing any limbs first or are close to dying…. The rest…. Just drink the fuking potions." – said exhausted Deven
(How long we were fighting for now?) – though Deven.
(They fuking broke through one of our walls and were dealing with an nonstop wave of undeads…We managed to push them back and buy ourselves sometime…. but for how long?)
(We managed to take down few liches, but its not enough…. There is the 3 high hell liches…. I don't even know what the fuck those are…. But they can bring shit ton of undeads and they can also summon demons…. Fuck.)
