Ocean nibblers
Death rains from the sky on Ulm's infantry. The great Buzzard, though a wee bit crippled, limping, and weakened, cannot be stopped. Skaven Special Forces reports yet more success in taking control of another province in the Ulm heartland. The heroine of Ulm flees in terror from the mighty Skaven ratlings.
But sadly, Skaven High Command was having too much fun planning their battles, and diplomacy was neglected. Now there are strange fish-men frolicking in the forests of the west! Begone from our lands, fish-men! Skaven is a land of death and misery and sad poems. It is no place for dancing with wolves.
Biggus Rattus
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Whether he submitted the post, or whether he did not, made no difference. The Thought Police would get him just the same. He had committed— would still have committed, even if he had never set pen to paper— the essential crime that contained all others in itself. Thoughtcrime, they called it. Thoughtcrime was not a thing that could be concealed forever.
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