No where to hide from his wrath.
Hot rain washes the red away.
Hail rains down upon us in sheets.
We've become moving targets.
The Town Halls offers no shelter.
Bright lights sweep the dusty floor.
The winds duck inside for shelter.
Thunder pounds against the locked windows.
We must fight this unnatural army,
Who uses the forces of nature as weapons.
Thunder to crash through buildings,
And lightning to burn down the town.
Wolf has his schemes and tricks.
He plays with illusions and magic.
But this time we will be ready.
No army will get through us.
OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN
THE DEAD GAME
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