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<span class="mu-s">WAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR</span>
The Children of the Woods prepare for glorious battle against heretics, the faithless, the false idols, the *followers of disavowed creeds*, the mutant, the xeno, the monster in the dark. For the Bulb. For the Beans. For the biosphere.
WAAAAARRRRRR
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Sigma and Amelius duck and weave like dancers beneath a rain of arrows.
Grins yelps and brings his shield up in time to intercept a flight of death. The lone warrior that Sundae lets scamper, wounded and fearful, back into the village yells and points and screeches and from a hundred openings its allys boil forward.
Though they are afraid of the enemies before them, they are also guided on by the unerring instincts for battle and the hormonal pulses of their godking, and they are going to make trophies of your BONES, subjects.
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In less warlike news, the Janitorial Assistance Anthroforms return to cleaning duties in the western section of the facility.
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>WAKING PHASE
>THAT MEANS YOU LOT
>ETA uncertain, given that it is Saturday, may flash-progres a few ticks within 3-4 hours, assuming Subjects near hotzones act.
