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NEWS FLASH!
His Wyrmship, Graknor, the Squiggle Pretender of Ermor, has finally fluffed himself big and proud and ventured out of his keep with a band of tarted-up mercenaries brandishing big, fancy pikes. The first item on his to do list was to eat some poor innocent independent freedom lovers.
"Bah! We aren't too worried about the Squiggle, but we are keeping our eyes on him," said Nalaprezzor, 3rd Vice Witch Prince and Stamp Licker, for the Witch Kingdom of Sauromatia. "We suspect that he'll venture into Arcoscephalae next to munch on some children. Meanwhile, we are smearing our kids with the dung of the Whoo-Hoo Bear, so they won't taste good. You just can't be too careful!"
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