unfortunate otto Otto was a clumsy soldier, and so he was killed. He fought on foot with a mute stupidity. He hacked at the air with his blade as we circled him on our horses. It was only a matter of time before our arrows found the hole in his throat. We ended his agony with the flash of our curved blades.
	location: Paris date: 1992 average rating: [not rated] your rating (0-10):