Wotd

As the invading war machines stumbled over our vast cities, killing, not only the men but the women and children, all our weapons far less advanced than that of the invaders our weapons did Little and as the green grass was overgrown, but the red vines, the crawled over them like tentacles covering a surface, and these red vines were not of plants they were from us these Red vines were made from the blood of the fallen

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