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Post by ENDLESSLY TORN on Jul 19, 2010 20:39:28 GMT -5
 The land was gorgeous, and utterly heartbreaking. For the newcomers that stumbled upon its dream-like cloudy shroud, the Pangaea seemed like a perfect place for a new start. The land sucked them in, with its strange whispered lullabies and alluring green grasses. What the newcomers found, however, was quite different than anything they had been expecting. Rocks, angry and sharp, jutted out from uneven surfaces. The land was so dark and hot, fire bit at their feet. The green grove that they had seen upon their curious arrival to the land was gone, replaced with this desolate angry place. None of the equine that had found their way to the hellish Pangaea remembered their journey to the land. The land had wiped them clean of all memories; it had wrapped its toxic air through their lungs and slowly, ever so gently, guided them to their new homeland. The newcomers posed as a tasty snack for the dying Pangaea, and it would not loosen its hold to let them roam free and remember their past. Brainwashed, the newcomers braved the harsh lands of their surroundings and, in their minds, renamed the strange planet home...
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