2012 11 14

Wed Nov 14 2072

The Warrens: Tir LLewn, 12:15 AM.
Within mere moments there was a resounding explosion and flash of light from the inside of the sniper's nest high above. The Blackboot Skins blitzkrieg a portion of the elven enclave with nary a single uttered word. An Uzi chatters off rounds, sweeping through a checkpoint. Bullets spang and spark off of burned out and rusting car hulls. Willy Pete grenades flash Hot Melting Death among the armed and unarmed alike. One particularly large and bulky Blackboot rides roughshod through the check point, a sword in one hand dragged across the ground producing sparks.

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