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The nefarious shadow warriors continued ravaging across the war-torn land. Cities, nations fell before the behemoth foe, raping the earth, leaving it insipid and tainted. Some of the fallen souls joined arms with the deathly avatars.
When the sun rose, it was not a sign of hope, but through the fog emulated a fiery, all-consuming eye, piercing the defenders. The wind blew through the trees sorrowfully, lamenting the doomed land. Rain fell upon the defenders, stinging, oppressing their resolve.
Hanging by the end of a rope, the defenders clutched all shreds of hope they could muster, anything to combat the dismal situation.
Mothers wept over their children, distraught by the imminent cataclysm.
Fortunately for the world of men, a few stalwart warriors faced the grim debacle with a sorrowful yet resilient resolve.
Exeunt Excommunicado.
[Edited on 7/30/2004 8:19:04 PM]