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FF7 MAKO STORM
They ran,
Out of the small village. Or, what was a village.
They needed to get to Nibleheim the closest place or they would die.
Because of them. The things, they were everywhere.
First the incidents were isolated, every now and then something would just be sighted off in the woods near a farm.
Then the attacks started.
And now the village was in ruins.
The things had been nicknamed scrags. Nobody was quite sure why they were nicknamed that, but thats what they were called. The scrags came in many different shapes and sizes some were doglike, some walked on two legs, but no matter what they all looked vaguely humanoid. Their skin was grey, mottled, and covered with red marks that looked like burns. The Scrags did not look like a proper animal though, they had potrusions of bone and flesh throughout their body and often appeared as though they were in the process of some sort of beastly transformation.
But none of that mattered.
What mattered was that they escape.
FF7 MAKO STORM
They ran,
Out of the small village. Or, what was a village.
They needed to get to Nibleheim the closest place or they would die.
Because of them. The things, they were everywhere.
First the incidents were isolated, every now and then something would just be sighted off in the woods near a farm.
Then the attacks started.
And now the village was in ruins.
The things had been nicknamed scrags. Nobody was quite sure why they were nicknamed that, but thats what they were called. The scrags came in many different shapes and sizes some were doglike, some walked on two legs, but no matter what they all looked vaguely humanoid. Their skin was grey, mottled, and covered with red marks that looked like burns. The Scrags did not look like a proper animal though, they had potrusions of bone and flesh throughout their body and often appeared as though they were in the process of some sort of beastly transformation.
But none of that mattered.
What mattered was that they escape.