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⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠏⣠⣿⣧⠀⣼⣿⣄⠹⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁⣰⣿⣿⣿⠀⣿⣿⣿⣆⠈⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣏⠀⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⠀⣹⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⠀⠙⣿⣿⠀⣿⣿⠋⠀⣠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⠀⠙⠀⠋⠀⣠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠂⠀⠀⠀⠐⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠁⢀⣴⠀⣦⡀⠈⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠁⢀⣴⣿⣿⠀⣿⣿⣦⡀⠈⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⣀⠀⠻⢿⣿⣿⠀⣿⣿⡿⠟⠀⣀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⡀⠀⠻⣿⠀⣿⠟⠀⢀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⡀⠈⠀⠁⢀⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⣀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
The great Bush Ring was shattered.
In our home, across the forests, the Lands of Endor.
Now, Princess Kneesaa the adventurous is nowhere to be found,
and in the Night of the Black Blurdoists, Gundahblo the Golden was the first to perish.
Soon, Kneesaa's offspring, wok-demigods all, claimed the twigs of the Bush Ring.
The mad grundi rundi of their newfound strength triggered the Big Dark Blurdo.
A war from which no ewok arose.
A war leading to abandonment by the Greater Yubnub.
Arise now, ye unwok.
Ye dead, who yet live.
The call of long-lost gundahness speaks to us all.
Chirpa, chieftan of the Bright Tree.
The ever-brilliant Shodu.
Windah, the grundi rundi Companion.
The loathsome Poop Eater.
And Wok Gundahsson, the All-knowing!
And one other. Whom gundahness would again bless.
An unwok of no renown.
Cross the forests, to the Lands of Endor.
To stand before the Bush Ring.
And become the Bush Lord.
/o/ O \o\