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On warm summer nights, when cicadas stop chirping for but a second, when warm raindrops float carelessly through the air, in that brief second of existence where silence reigns, that is when the Hellforged Swine comes. Red lighting cracks the earth and from it a cursed pig of pure chaos is born, to roam the land for 1 night, and 1 night only, feasting on the land and twisting the land with chaos. …
