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The Woodsie Ones denature the acid around the Hunger That Was Gluttony's final form, and stow the organic bounty that is such a dangerous foe on the back of the Heart of the Wood as it lumbers. The Captives join, as they head west, towards DESTINY.
A little impressed by religious conviction, Trish yaws and yells for a gun. Grins throws one. Then Trish rolls her shoulders, checks the iron-sight and cranks it up a few more notches.
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Everett stares down death.
Death stares down Everett.
An Augmentic Operative says something
The Spitespider swipes its claws with almost scornful disregard.
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All the Subjects in the Tram have a VERY PLEASANT TIME !
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>STAND BY FOR CLEAN UP
