Near the nuclear power plant by your house, the squawking of a crow echoed from behind a water tank. You were already tucked into bed, so you weren't all that pleased to wake up to a rabid series of barks and snarls. You got out of bed, threw your robe on, and stuck your head out the window. As your eyes adjusted to the dim atmosphere, there in the street you took notice of the deity Venomshank himself, collapsed on the asphault.

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