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They crawl from their safe-houses, hovels and slums to be greeted by the cacophonous roar of one thousand raptus trumpets and sanguine skies overhead. Bleached earth covered with brown and crimson waves bellowing from a sea of decay and rot. Pragmatic men stand to fight the emerging horrors with summoned fortuity; men emblazoned with vivid red. These men of zeal unleash barrages of gunfire upon the abominations - corpses only in their wake. They swallow up evil so that we will scamper to our saviours and beg to know of their name, to which they turn and respond with a whisper, "Duty."