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Post by Butter Bull on Nov 9, 2010 15:01:02 GMT -6
The Butter Bull was lounging on his altar/throne, enjoying the cool autumn breeze chilling his buttery form. A young disciple entered the cathedral, "Divine Lord! Cape Newport has been .... destroyed!"
"Fool! how is that possible? We have no enemies, we have no weapons stockpiled there, and it is little importance strategically after the fortification of Fort Newport across the strait. Impossible you imbecile!"
"Yes lord, I agree. There was no bombing, a portion of the city has simply.... vanished..."
"Vanished? Some sort of dimensional weapon? And why Newport?"
"Perhaps lord, we do not know yet. The injuries are, curious... and horrific. People are cut in half, but still alive. Their limbs are removed, but not bleeding and no where to be found. The focus of the disaster was centered in the warehouses holding the material for Operation Reconquista."
"FOOLS!!!!!! The Hazel, i know it! They showed me such magic when i first appeared to them. I appeared to them first as they pose the most threat to me, and now they have rebelled against me!"
"Lord," the disciple uttered, "what is to be done?"
"Holy war."
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