And so it shall be
on the fifth year of the second millenium
Peasants of a coastal village of fog
shall bang their heads on a coffee table until their temples bleed.
From "Nostradamn He's Good!: The Lost Prophecies of Nostradamus"
on the fifth year of the second millenium
Peasants of a coastal village of fog
shall bang their heads on a coffee table until their temples bleed.
This will go on, like, every day or something.
Especially from April to October.
But on the sixth month of this year,
the peasants shall make their heads bleed,
and do it twice in one day.
It shall hurt.
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