Lake Bismuth "Ill fate and abundant wine."

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more and more did the savages march upon her land like toy figurines. their numbers grew, as did her fury. 

they came in waves, crashing like ripples on the coast. they invaded, their stench foreign, their purpose unclear. 

she did not like the slobbering mongrels and their corrupt cores. they had come for a reason, and she did not believe it to be of righteous intention. 

far off she watched with a fire burning behind wild eyes. it was but a spark that would soon grow into blazing inferno.