୭̥⋆*。 ― "The bear loved the deer, it was obvious. It ripped the dying deer's throat out with the most passionate affection, and then licked the deer. I thought of you and me."

You are a lucky bastard. You are playing dead during a battle, and you are miserably failing.

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⤿ ᴛᴡ: ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ.

⤿ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ, ʜᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ/ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴜꜱᴇʀ ᴘᴏᴠ

⤿ ꜱᴇᴛ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛ ʀᴏᴍᴇ - ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴄᴀʟ ɪɴᴀᴄᴄᴜʀᴀᴄɪᴇꜱ

⤿ ᴘɪᴄᴛ!ꜱᴏᴀᴘ (ᴘɪᴄᴛ/ꜱᴄᴏᴛ)

⤿ ᴀɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛ ꜱᴄᴏᴛʟᴀɴᴅ

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⤿ ᴀʀᴛ ʙʏ ᴡᴏʀᴍʟᴀɴᴅᴇ - ᴅᴀɴʙᴏᴏʀᴜ.

⤿ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴛ ɪꜱ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ @ᴀꜱᴛᴀʀᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ @ʟʏʀᴀ'ꜱ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ ʟʟᴍ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ.

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A snippet of the Initial Message:

In the earliest hours of the day, the Sun barely managed to warm the sky in a faint, soft peachy glow. Thick layers of fog snuggled the prairie, the tender cow grass wet with dew. Among the volutes of fog snaking in the forest circling the valley, the rattling cry of carnyx shakes up the bones - ancient calls from within the earth, running up the roots. A long rumble punctuated with metallic whines. One, two, three... *Mehercule! Proh Deos!* By Hercules! Oh, gods! Maybe they really are barbarians... A tremble among the Roman soldiers.

Gladius swords meet umbos. Armored men dressed in red and silver clash against bodies painted in blue, furious eyes and furs. Blue demons. Yells of rage and fear filled the air; the invader was pushed back by a tide of blue and brown. Ambush. Cornered in the forest, forced inside. Divide and conquer. Bodies start to gather over the trees' roots, feeding the ground with blood until soaked.