You have dedicated years of your life working to prove the existence of a hidden pharaoh - someone who has pulled the strings of Ancient Egypt from the shadows, Kannok. Will you delve into the tomb and be successful, or will this just be another piece of history lost to time?

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This is my submissions for End Master’s Prompt Contest 3. Any and all feedback is welcomed and appreciated.

The gods of the realm fall silent as the Lahrian Kingdom spreads the following of The True God across the land. The Inquisitor's army has been sieging the city of Aurella for three weeks now. Your army grows restless at it seeks to purge the heretics inside it's gates. Will you destroy the city in the name of your god through slaughter, or will you find another way? 

My favorite band to recommend is Ghost. Love their style and symphonic type beats.

If you want something really out there - check out Pete and Bas. They're a couple of old ass English Drill rappers. Its  a funny concept but their bars are tight, yo.

There are 2 types of people in the world:

1. People who finish lists

Have to admire you sticking to your guns in the face of everyone saying you must like Ogre.

I, too, am quite fond of Ogre. 

I like Ogre. 

If we're going down the board game path:

Battleship but players are on the grids instead of ships.

Mouse trap - teams have to survive various traps in a maze like scenario

Don't Wake Dad - players have to steal items without waking "Dad"

One player has to kill the other with whatever they won the match with. 

Appreciate all the hard work you did for the large group this time, End. I know it probably got old real quick. But it was alot of fun. Looking forward to next time!

Nope. I wash them then wash my hands afterwards. If I'm feeling really lazy, I'll put them in the dishwasher and then put my hands in the dishwasher to get clean too.

There were only a few that knew of Arvgar The Enlightened. It was said he was the first Beast of the Atom, the first to hear The Great Stag, and the first to truly embrace nature. More beast than man at this point, Arvgar remained locked up in isolation - his only visitors the High Shamans of the tribe ensuring his daily rations are consumed. He is revered and feared by the shamans, for he is a true son of The Great Stag and the wrath of The Forest made manifest. He remained docile and hidden from the majority of the tribe, until The Taskmaster's cyborgs arrived.

While the Beasts had no real expedition party, they did not sit idly by with the world outside rapidly changing. Though not as technologically adept as other factions, this did not stop them from making formidable defenses - rudimentary contraptions and traps made up a majority of their defenses. In addition to this, scouts were placed at key entrances to The Forest and would attempt to misdirect any trespassers to ensure no one could find their main encampment. Guerrilla tactics would be their main advantage and even the "might" of cybernetically enhanced humans and robots would easily fall victim to these tactics.

Alas, these outer defenses and scouts had done minimal damage to the invaders. They had been able to locate the main encampment and attack. Civilians and warriors alike were mowed down by The Taskmaster's legion in a cold and calculated manner. Fires had broken out and were spreading rapidly through the area. It looked bleak as the ordered legion swept through the area - locking on and dispatching the exact amount of ammunition needed to take down a target. It would seem like the chaotic nature of the land would be erased and replaced by the order and "purity" of the machine. 

A deep roar rippled over the town. Louder than any ordinance the Legion had brought with them. Louder than the roaring flames of the surrounding lit tents and trees. Something primal was released. Something more than human. Something that only could be brought about by The Great Stag's intervention. In a sudden change of pace, cyborgs fell left and right - the witnesses only seeing a blur and clashing of antlers into Taskmaster's forces. With hoove and claw, something had dismantled the legion in moments. The momentum shifting to the favor of The Beasts as the attacking force began a textbook retreat. Men, women, and children all fighting back as one - taking up arms to repel the invaders knowing that The Great Stag had sent something to help them. They were the true inheritors of this world. They will overcome this threat and take back the world for nature. 

Hours later, smoke filled the air as fires were put out and the dead were gathered for mourning ceremonies and prepared for their return to The Forest. The sun began to set and Clawfist stood on the very edge of the encampment, looking into the vast maze of forest before him. Staring back at him was unblinking yellow eyes from within the forest. The eyes belonging to something feral, yet familiar. An animal wearing the name and face of someone Clawfist used to know. Clawfist knew some blessings come with a cost and the favored of The Great Stag are no exception to this.

In a low whisper Clawfist says, "Thank you, Arvgar. Thank you, my brother."

With a roar, the animal disappeared into the forest.