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Post by The Stranger on Apr 30, 2008 19:53:44 GMT -5
The Sealord of Braavos has been training super elite soldiers from before birth to be his ultimate personal bodyguard. He laughs off the regime of the unsullied, calling it casual and simple compared to the grueling experiences his own men have to go through.
On the third nameday of these godly warriors, they must cut off their own manhoods and eat them while running a marathon and writing a full-length epic poem all at once (bonus points are awarded for the amount of newborn infants they manage to forcibly resinsert into their mother's wombs during this test). It is said to only get more difficult from there on.
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