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Echo

The pink robots appeared again to annihilate the remaining forces of the Unicorn Defences. It was a terrible sight to behold. They began their onslaught on an unsuspecting old beaver who just visited the tea shop for breakfast.

'I hate beavers,' whispered one.

There was no hope of survival. Many of the evacuees now take comfort underneath the bunkers of Turtle Island where the counter-forces kept their guard at the heaviest. They were led by a giraffe woman who stuttered every single time she utters a word with a letter R. Nevertheless, every single one of them looked up to her as a symbol of hope and salvation, and she has been doing just that consistently.

Reconnaissance owls prowled the skies day by day in that island. Bomb scares were constantly imminent and the people were in persistent threat of danger. Anti-air mortars were mostly destroyed after the last battle with the vultures. Sea defences as well were constantly bombarded with underwater threat that included some of the Octopus Leader's school of fish. It proved to be a very difficult spot for them to defend seeing as that they lack both the manpower and the arsenal to tackle such fiendish assaults. Most of the mammal volunteers were unable to fly nor swim and that alone proved a great deal of liability against the enemy since their current location has already been compromised and under heavy fire.

It was not until the gnomes came that the oppressors retreated. The slick technology brought by them actually held the opponent back surprisingly and ultimately proved too much for the other side to take. The gnomes brought the chameleons from foreign land transported through underground mines dug deep into the earth.

It was not long before they discovered something more sinister was coming; The red robot landed from the skies accompanied by a band of pink ones. The legend proved too much for them, the spine-tingling rumours too dark, the prophecy beginning.

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