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2004-01-20 - 2:41 p.m. The Girl Who Spoke Only in Titles The Slaughter They�d slaughtered the entire village in under ten minutes. With practiced efficiency and ruthless hunger, Mboomba Doky himself brought down a brave young male - the last Tusu standing. There was no contest. The Tusu village put up little opposition. The village men were harmless farmers armed with sticks, backed against their defenseless, skin huts and their kin within. Man, woman, old, young, all were dispatched without regret � for their hunger was great in these enduring days of drought. In the village�s square, beside the communal fire pit still glowing red with embers, the last of the bodies were being stacked when �The Four Most Silent,� the Bonzo Trackers returned. They�d found those who�d managed to escape into the dark. �NONE SHALL LIVE!� roars Mboomba Doky, a huge bloody paw supporting his sleekly massive body on a small mass of human corpses. As if by instinct, a group of three trailed each of the four Shadow Trackers into the drybrush and the thorns. None shall live. Alone, save for his brother, the subservient twin Mbodo Doky looks up at the Devil Cat, his Lord and sibling, �Shall I follow them, Lord?� Mboomba�s wet and bloody head snaps up with a slapping sound and he grins at his smaller brother, chewing, �Follow them? Why hunt when there�s warm organs at our feet. Come, Little Brother, eat with me.� Next: The Hunt 0 of you fuckers have been accounted for.
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