Demonworld
“Every morning the slaves woke up sore and hungry and the Ugly woke up hung over, cursing at the sun. Large bowls of gruel were passed around that the slaves dipped into with their hands. Wodan saw the older slaves counseling the young during breakfast, and he was always surprised that no one took more than their fill. He saw not one single squabble during breakfast, even though the young watched the bowls intently as they were passed around to others who were hungry. The younger Ugly drank all... day as they rode. At night, when the slaves were finally allowed to collapse, all the Ugly partied. Though the Ugly rationed the gruel like a supremely precious commodity, it seemed the truck would never run out of alcohol or bullets that the Ugly fired blindly into the air, howling and shrieking their strange prayers. The slaves watched their oppressors. There were less than eighty Ugly and over five hundred slaves. There was one horse for every Ugly and the diesel truck was filled with guns, bullets, food, water, alcohol, and tobacco.MoreLess
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