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I believe I have stumbled upon yet another plothole, inconsistency and error, one which shall require fixture. I once gave statement as far as I recall, the red tsar knights are white knights that could be not, yet they are seen living among the times where the white knight was not yet the white knight as of yet. How can this be you say? The red men hail from the future, tired of being hunted as abstraction by the future white knights they devised a plot unknown to them…
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They would lay low, among themselves disappear and constructed, under the eyes of the enemy a machine of their own, for Gods do not see all and return to the time of the black knights and eliminate the white knight leader before he could become their greatest crux, their slaughterer in the years to come…but ultimately upon returning to the past…nothing but insignificance awaited them their…they were too weak…to be in anyway major players…
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They would lay low, among themselves disappear and constructed, under the eyes of the enemy a machine of their own, for Gods do not see all and return to the time of the black knights and eliminate the white knight leader before he could become their greatest crux, their slaughterer in the years to come…but ultimately upon returning to the past…nothing but insignificance awaited them their…they were too weak…to be in anyway major players…
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