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Post by Spirit on Oct 25, 2012 18:01:17 GMT
Over the crest of a hill, an army of humans came, clad in white, and carrying banners of the same colour, and drifting over the damaged earth like a plague. Their leader, a tall boy with only half of his brown hair left (Hidden badly under a beanie hat), pointed to a mound of rusting and rotting scrap in the distance. The last remaining city in their area, with plenty of fresh recruits, and a viable camp. How lovely. The 'White Army' now occupies the Junkyard! What will their next move be?
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