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I'm in a writing mood so forgive me for this
>Somewhere in a swamp in jotho, a unusual dense mass of blue on blue gathers. The sound of coming from this mass is like hundreds of child like voices chattering and bikering.
From this mass of blue a single head emerges, climbing onto a podium in mids of his kind, the local warlord Wooper hand of death, emerges.
As soon as their leader cleared his throat the other woopers feel silent as if by command
