The waves rise in strength.
Converging on the town.
Translucent green towers.
Swirling in their demented dance.
Clouds following in their wake.
Growing cotton balls in grey.
Rumbles of thunder fill the air.
Lightning sparks rainbows of light.
Birds leave en masse.
Hurrying to leave the scene.
They have come to our town.
To support Wolf in his quest.
Oasis will soon fall.
To The Dead and their thrall.
THE DEAD GAME
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