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Post by Lynx Shaman on Oct 24, 2006 11:28:36 GMT -5
For those that missed it, and to save it for all time:
A pony-killing fog suddenly descends upon the land. Oh lord the humanity, for did I not mention the acres of bucolic pony pastures lacing the graceful, virile vistas of Battle Minia? And the thousands of majestic pony stampedes criss-crossing the the rolling vallies and plump hillsides, intricately woven into every last detail of the entire post-apocalyptic experience? That's too bad, because now they're dead! Dead stinking pony carcasses litter your front door. You gag and heave, but shit damn they're still there.
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