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nextgen_misc ([info]nextgen_misc) wrote in [info]marvel_nextgen,
@ 2009-08-30 18:12:00

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Demons To The Left of Me, Undead to the Right, Here I Am Stuck In the Middle With You
The sun was starting to sink on the Western horizon and into the Pacific Ocean as another day was ending. A few miles south of 1800 Palos Verdes Drive the ground erupted in a spray of dirt. One by one soldiers came forth from the ground. Some were Spartans, some were Roman legionnaires, and some were Norsemen. A total of three thousand eventually stood in the dying light. They moved into formation and started marching.


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