A Fennec Fox that loves cuddles, cute people, and having an ironic name
I know the secrets to communciating while Offline!

Standing on the edge of the crater
Like the prophets once said
And the ashes are all cold now
No more bullets and the embers are dead
Whispers in the air tell the tales
Of the brothers gone
Desolation, devastation
What a mess we made, when it all went wrong