Sounds like a children's book. Let me assure you, it is not, and pray that it never shall be. But this is a tale of one bold troop who faced evil eye to bloodshot eye, who not only escaped death but slapped the Reaper in the face. These fearless fighters though spiritually bloodied and demoralized stood to the test only few in history still live to tell of.
Today we traversed the great lengths of desert-ridden Cairo on expedition to slay the trepidatious Mogamma. This fabled place is home to the feral visa extension offices. Through the slashing claws and sweat-drooling gnarls, we crashed a rugged path through the gruesome creatures with grit and passion.
We paused to petitioned Sanctuary inside the fortified walls of benevolent Pottery Café, where we buffed our abraded armor with caramel conviction and frappé fortitude. At this citadel, we wiped clean our blades of the nerves of hideous whistling guards and veins of the villainous stark-eyed trolling ogres. Once our lion-hearted team replenished, we again infiltrated the lair of vile creature in order to retrieve the golden papers of passage.
Stabbed but not slain, we wounded the massive beast and lived to fight another day. I do not believe it to ever be tamed, but it can be subdued. Be strong brothers and sisters of the holy cloth. Don your swords and raise your shields. The snarling titan no longer retains the fearful influence it once so tyranically wielded.
Grace and Peace to all you souls, suffered and survived.
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