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Chorley invasion

We are now lurking for the best dragon hunter in Chorley. Your challenges will be to stay up all night and don’t trust anyone except the people with green a yellow scarfs on. You will have to craft your own weapons since there will be no extra supplies in stock.

You will be sure to be respected and looked after if you ever retire and if there is anymore invasions such as goblins. Furthermore you will be rewarded with a lifetime salary of £100000 per day!

At the camp, you will be provided with a cosy large shelter and large meals to keep you energy boosted. Medical supplies will be there and armour/clothes but you will make your own weapons for your skills in the army.

Are you a dragon hunter? Do you have skill? Can you time dragons? Are you mighty? Can you kill disgusting, horrible creatures? Do you want to join?

People are dying from all sorts of things all the way from hyperthermia to toxic gases creeping around the walls of your house! Others that are still alive somehow are in serious danger and need help. The are seeing all sorts of things.

These dragons are everywhere! They look vile and their scales are slippers. Their eyes are as smooth as a new cotton blanket. They are all over the place so if you see a strange creature report it immediately.

Visit our website now before it is too late! Join #slaydragons.com Now! You can find more information on google.

Reported by Harry Holland (2020).

Rock forest

Quietly, Jocelyn crept down the old stairs with black mould surrounding the the wall around her. As she got down the , there was a large beam of light. Jocelyn thought to ignore it. She heard a loud bang. The mossy window had drooped from the roof to the rubble that had been a wall around the back of it. The large beam of light shone again! It was a very cold and damp day. The fright of an four AM stay up was horrific for Jocelyn because she had always struggled with sleep. What could the beam could of been?

She took old pottery from the house that would have been cutlery. A waft of a summer morning hit her face.
Its not finished.

Manchester

In 2017 at the old car park I’m Manchester, a black van placed itself in the smallest spot possible. It was the start of the Autumn season on a cold and wet day when something happened “ Wait for it…” said a mysterious voice. BOOM! A loud bang went. It sounded as if something had blown up. A few minutes later, and old man with a big, leather furry coat and boots up to his chunky thigh step out of his camper van. It seemed like he had’t stopped eating all his life but what happens next…