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A long silence envelopes the great nation of Llamas. A thick blanket of fog hugs the landscape littered with the bodies of fallen members. A muffled cry can be heard, just barely, beneath the charred remains of freeloaders and drunken peasants. In the distance a flash of light proceeds the crack of thunder and a figure casts a shadow among the clouds. Laughter fills the space between the ringing of ears and the silence of the cause. Somethings stirs. Something familiar. Something fluffy. Something sober.