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Even as the Black Warg finished his speech, the sky darkened, in the blackest watch of the night, before dawn's outbreak, and a bellowing, atavistic, spine-curdling voice of command called out:
Sorry I'm late, minions. Now, let the...devouring...commence...
Voting closed. Night 1 finishing soon.
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Among the friendly dead, being bad at games did not seem to matter
-Il Lupo Fenriso
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