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There he stands on a war-torn hill, peppered with dead enemies. He himself took down ten foreign foes, all with his beloved tomahawk and his two bare hands. The young men and bloodied boys cry for a rebellion, but he knows better. More soldiers will be here soon, bringing with them more guns and more passion. Slowly he climbs to the top of the hill, and calls to the four winds:
["I am Comeche Moon, and I will be free!"
A soldier hiding in a tree shoots him through the chest. Ouch. Tough luck Moony. — Aidiera
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