San the mudokon walked through the dark forest with slumped shoulders. the forest was almost deserted at this time of night save for the sleepy calls of a slumbering birds. San sighed, his race was dwindeling into nothing, day by day more mudokons were captured and made into slaves, and day by day the few natives (like San) retreated farther and farther into the wilderness. San was a poser he had once led a group of mudokons on a spiritual quest. gathering spooce and meditating, those were happier times. but that was before the sligs had found them. the mudokons had resisted like the proud free muds that they were. San was the only one who had survived. the sligs had no use for slaves who fought back. they had loaded their weapons and killed all of the mudokons. san hung his head in sadness over the memory of his lost brothers.
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