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[Somewhere Not Far From Camp (tm) a battle has happened! The air reeks with the scent of burnt flesh and gunpowder. Hearts, stars and rainbows have been scorched into trees, and the ground is littered with bloody clumps of fur in every nauseatingly bright color you could imagine. Leading away from this gruesome scene, there is a single set of motorcycle tracks heading Eastward that taper off as they get further from the scene until they disappear entirely some half mile away. Stuck to a tree with a throwing knives is this.]
