Re: Collider - Small Late Age Game - Running
Indeed the armies of Bogarus were elsewhere, for though he claimed he would help fight the undead horde, he chose neutrality. Appeaser! So his armies were off frolicking about in the indy lands, collecting delicious soup ingredients, instead of battling the horrible and dreaded zombie legions.
Meanwhile Mictlan sacrificed the health of our troops, marching through desolate wastelands with only some small portions of smoked turkey to keep a few of our jungle warriors fed. Oh, how they pine to return to the fjords of our homeland!
So Bogarus reaps the harvest of a land that is still alive only because of the sacrifices we made. Well Bogarus, since our lands have become a desolate wasteland, we lay claim to your bountiful provinces, and we will confiscate your soup ingredients and cookery, and then let's see you make some soup!
The Unnamed Prophet of Mictlan
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