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Just imagining what’s going to happen to him. He mustered last of his strength and with shock on the dragon queens face. He prevailed.

These ancient chambers hold more secrets than I first presumed. The markings on these walls speak of a power beyond the sands of time. I must press forward, though my strength wanes. The empress's magic grows stronger with each passing moment.

I was there at the Red Dog saloon when Wild Pete Thompson got himself shot up real bad. See, he'd been drinking since noon and got to running his mouth about some Mexican fella's wife. Well, that Mexican wasn't too drunk to shoot straight, and Pete learned his lesson right quick.

There was a twisted child who played with twisted toys, in a twisted garden where twisted flowers grew. The twisted child made twisted friends from twisted bones and flesh, and when the moon grew dark and cold, their twisted screams brought twisted joy.

One brother sought to fill the void with vibrant life, while the other craved the silence of shadows. Their clashing visions transformed the peaceful canvas into a battleground of light and darkness, forever changing the destiny of all who lived within their design.

I was out there in the mountains when that storm hit. Lightning struck not twenty feet from me, and I had to crawl under this big rock. Stayed there all night, shivering and wet. Bears was moving around nearby, I could hear 'em sniffing.

They tried to silence me with their money, their threats, but my daughter's memory deserves more than silence. Every time I speak at these rallies, I see her face. The system wants us quiet, wants us broken, but we ain't backing down. Not today, not ever.

Can't believe what I'm seeing here, brother. Three days without food, walking through this mess. Then boom, there's supplies. Never thought I'd find anything. This place, it's different now. Everything's changed, but we're still here, still surviving.