LUKE O’HAGAN                

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     All welcomed the long dark of the night. It was greatly preferred to the sickening brown smog of the day. The sad fact was that none of them had seen real daylight for too long. Far too long.

     The hard silhouetted shadow of Death Mountain looked more imposing than before. They could see shadows of orcs parading around their watchtowers, and had been doing so for some time now. It was hard to believe that once, the proud flag of Hyrule flew against a clear blue sky. Now, a horned skull mocked the residents from a deathly black background.

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     There had been a great war. A huge army had risen from the barren wastelands in the west, marched to Hyrule, and thrown out all of the human inhabitants. There was very little resistance, and most simply fled in terror.

     That was then. This is now. Now is about 5 years later. Now things have got worse. Now the whole land of Hyrule is under Orcish rule. What’s left of it anyway. Most of the human race has been wiped out by orcs coming down from the mountain and slaughtering people. The fetid stench of ...

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