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... his tribe had devolved into, Gobstroz felt oddly cold-headed as he stared ahead at the ever growing wall of dark fog.
The smog was high, seemingly expanding in height faster than it spread on the ground.
Its effects were obvious, seeing the plants and trees falling apart, growing strange, tumour-looking fleshy protuberances, oozing a dark and gooey substance, it was clearly something no one would want to touch under any circumstances.
He had no clue whether or not this w ...
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