Deep in Thruuum-Graar-Graar, by the mighty river Gruum-Thraar-Thraaaar, unicorn nobles crossed horns, satyr captains knocked hooves. Dwarves shook spades, elves scattered spells, giants growled. Deeper still, under the hill, the Evil One and his minions lurked darkly and plotted plots. And deep, deep in Thruuum-Graar-Graar, by the mighty river Gruum-Thraar-Thraar, soon stalked their secret weapon, a mighty, wicked war-band of zombie weredingos.
The unicorn nobles never knew what hit them.
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Published on July 04, 2010 07:23