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They invaded. We are on the run. Everyone is dead. Their red, glowing eyes still haunt me... But now, as can relax, I shall tell you the horrific story of my day.

They call me Pitry. And I lived my life happily, quietly, just simple, regular life. I had a family. I had friends. I had a nice little 4 storey cottage, with tiny kitten shaped lamps. They were green.

They destroyed them too. You can't find lamps like these anymore. Just can't.

"They", of course, are the Giraffes. Evil, long necked, black hearted, the beasts came from nowhere. They gave no warning. They took no prisoners. They came, they killed, they left. The horrors are still too fresh for me, I cannot repeat that which my eyes have seen. And he laughter... the laughter... Still, it echoes in my mind. The Giraffe Leader's laughter, as he slaughtered the innocent people of the village. We know not why they came. I know not why I managed to escape. Only that I did, and now I must tell the story. Warn everyone. Anyone I can.

I will start my journey now. I can only advice you caution.

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