The Affliction of Margaret
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- Fri Aug 26 2005

... The Affliction of Margaret Dear Mom, I haven't had the chance to send a letter in a while I was captured by the Snarlers. My soldiers and I were in the middle of a full on attack on their base, it was going well they were down to what we thought was their last line of defence. We nearly had the base taken but they had called in reinforcements and sprung up behind us, it was their seventy or more against our twenty. A hideous site, seventy of them all the same, 6ft tall growling through gritted rows of tiny gritted teeth, pointing their guns they look like dogs but with the tail of a scorpion. They cuffed us and put us in vans, we all just sat their in silence thinking of what was going to happen to us, torture experiments or the arena. About five hours later we were thrown














