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"They came to our world from 'The Forest of Stars', they call it. They have fangs and claws the likes of which only the most deadly beasts have. At first, we were naught by their prey, food, screaming and bleating into death in their powerful claws and maws filled with razor sharp teeth.
The Horned Marines, and the Baphomet Legionnaires did their best, but ultimately were forced to retreat and defend the last few safe cities and valleys. What few of us still remain between these safe places are fighting and dying, trying to find some way to defeat this enemy, These predators... These...
Wolves.
But now we are holding on and in placing winning back what they took from us. This is no time for celebration, and hope is a very carefully mitered drug to else the agony of this.. war? It feels more like an extermination. An extermination or a harvest...
Do not think on that. Just fight. Flee if you must as long as you can fight again later. They are too strong to fight head on. So you must be brave and patient. Bide your time and be ever ready for the opportunity to kill them before they kill us.
They come...
If any of you find my journal, please do not stop to read it in any one place for long. They will find you. Once their eyes and ears are set on you, you will die. "
The Horned Marines, and the Baphomet Legionnaires did their best, but ultimately were forced to retreat and defend the last few safe cities and valleys. What few of us still remain between these safe places are fighting and dying, trying to find some way to defeat this enemy, These predators... These...
Wolves.
But now we are holding on and in placing winning back what they took from us. This is no time for celebration, and hope is a very carefully mitered drug to else the agony of this.. war? It feels more like an extermination. An extermination or a harvest...
Do not think on that. Just fight. Flee if you must as long as you can fight again later. They are too strong to fight head on. So you must be brave and patient. Bide your time and be ever ready for the opportunity to kill them before they kill us.
They come...
If any of you find my journal, please do not stop to read it in any one place for long. They will find you. Once their eyes and ears are set on you, you will die. "
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