The Twilight Of The Gods:
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— And then Megatron awoke, through means of a tough snore. — SNORE? WHAT! —The great, gray-haired Decepticon bolted upright, staring in horror at his immense, hairy hands, covered in a rough textile. — Organic? —A great bellow of rage shattered the morning calm around the tent of Magnar "Olaf" the Huge. The man himself tore it open, livid. Many shaggy heads poked out from other such temporary structures. — "Awww, he's gone sober!"
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— A militia corporal shifted uncomfortably.— "Well Sire, the Great Heathen Army of Danes and Northmen is within two days march of the walls of York. King Aella's mustered as many men as he could, God save 'im, but we don' think it'll be enough."
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