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You are awkened by a great amount of noise which seems to be coming from outside. You quickly pull on your nightrobe and step out to see what is causing the distrubance. Before you a great battle is taking place between your villiage folk and a horde of demons that hungery feast on the innocent. You are struck by shock at the horrors that lay before your very eyes. As you turn to make for some kind of weapon to defend yourself, you see a lone rider in the distance. He weilds a mighy axe and carried by a black steed that reminds you of a nightmare, you realize that the lone rider is DAVEDOR THE DESTROYER! Then sudenly like a wirlwind from the depths of hades DAVEDOR takes to the field slaying all in his path. You greatly impressed by DAVEDOR's battle prowles, he is as fire in a dry summer field, consumimg all in his path. As you look on in wonder, a demon graps you and starts draging you away. Just then the demon's head rolls to the ground and a funnel of blood shoots up drenching you has you are picked up once more by unknown hands. You look up and see the face of your captor, it is none other then DAVEDOR THE SAYER! Then he opens his mouth and says, "you call for a hero?". I think there is a moral to my story, but most likely not; its was just really fun to write, ha!

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