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Best Smell Surely not that stench of death, eminating in their every breath. The bears of Aklak grow stronger, so our weapons have become longer. Lined up by our western gate, fighters gather, full of hate. Casters align to shred the skin, just to keep the bears within. Surely not that smell of rot, we give them everything we've got. Experience and ambers keep piling, our ruthless fighters always smiling. We came for insight, and community, and we somehow gained new immunity. The bears can kill us one by one, we return until the war is done. Will this hunt ever reach it's end? Let us not speculate and pretend, even with no new events in sight, we return until we win this fight. The bear's blood on our longest spear will let the others know we're near. Just by looking at it, one can tell Their corpses provide the best smell. -Saul | |