"Boom!!" "Boom!!" "Boom!!" "Boom!!
It was almost August, and the bloodbath in the Balkans continued. The cannons were fired from both sides, and a symphony of death and despair ensued, where the humans who were hit by the harbingers of death were ripped apart like Paneer and Peda. On every street of Transylvania, blood, body parts, brain fragments, bones, and plasma could be seen, with no one to even clean it up, even if there was, would it matter, heh, wasn't it only more death tomorrow, wouldn't the streets get more messy?