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Post by walkerwillis on May 25, 2017 4:25:20 GMT
Walker sheaths his sword. He glances around to make sure no more skeletions remain. He has had to double his efforts during the construction of the new gate, and as if on que the skeletions and goblins double their efforts as well. He kicks the pile of bones that was a skeletion as he walks past. "Damn undead" walker says to himself. "The perversion of death, stealing from death himself what he has waited patiently for or has rightfully won"
Walker begins to head back to town, since this group was the last wandering herd in sight.
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