"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil"

~23rd Psalms

"Our Species eats the Wounded ones"

~Nightwish, Kinslayer

"Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe, to assure the survival and success of liberty."

~John Fitzgerald Kennedy

He trods through the barren sands of the wasteland he created.

Blind by sight, enlightened in instinct, he knew where he was heading. His feet burn when they lays upon the smoldering ash, but he ignored it. The air was almost clogged to the point of opaqueness, yet again, he relied not upon sight, but a sense of touch and hearing.

He also had a sharp wit, with being a spy for Many years for the HTLIA, Happy Tree Land Intelligence Agency. There he sharpened that wit of his razor sharp. He knew every escape, every person, and every event in the town that he existed happily in. He solved rubics cubes everyday, did Sudoku, and challenged his mind with problems in Mathematics and Philosophy everyday.

He knew the Town had wiped itself from the map, and his friends. That was where his brain was severely flawed.

There was no more Happy Tree Town. It was written off the map, and never again to be risen into the light. But He did not percieve this. His world understood the immortality imposed upon them by The Authors. No longer does the life blood pump through the veins of the World they manufactured.

The Mole wiped the sweat off his brow. Heat radiated both up from the smoldering ground, and down from the unrelenting sun. There was no cure for this heat but to flee the epicenter. This The Mole knew from his Russian and North Korean Excursions. They tested shit like this all the time. It was wasteful and horribly costly to the nation involved. The Mole detested most warfare. He himself skipped out most of the violence with the Tiger Society, a conflict that earned another resident of the town, Flippy, several medal.

He certainly knew where he was going, but did not know what was going to be there.

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