Prolouge

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It just stayed there.
Hunched in the corner.
Breathing heavily.

There was a puddle of blood on the floor.
It dipped it's black claw into the substance and licked it.

The green creature suddenly grew taller.

This blood was power.
It needed more.
It needed a place to get more.

A slaughter.

A slaughter factory.

A slaughter factory

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