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Drafn and the Angel of Death IT WAS A good day to die. And it was a good thing too, because a lot of dying was about to occur. The Dread Lemming War Band was soon to face the Lords of Thunder--those knuckle-dragging, roga-swilling berserkers who had been the hereditary enemies of the Lemmings since Gyrth sold his first roll of duct tape. Though badly outnumbered, the Lemming Band had faith that their venerable commander, Jarl Perigrynne, would pull another trick out of his, uh, bag. And if not, as Gyrth the Crafty pointed out, they could always duct tape the Jarl to a cholla cactus until they all cheered up. For the Lemming men were a happy band and seldom held grudges. Thus reassured, the Lemmings drew up their shieldwall and awaited the inevitable suicidal charge of the men from Atenveldt.
Approximate Word count = 518
Approximate Pages = 2.1
(250 words per page double spaced)
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