| Probability | Text |
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| 97% | When the night falls down, the demons come off the plane and the playgrounds of the Shambler. | ▶️ |
| 100% | You're less than an hour. Aircraft from here will join others from around the world. And you will be launching the largest aerial battle in the history of mankind. Mankind, huh? Word should have new meaning for all of us today. We can't be consumed by our petty differences anymore. We will be united in our common interests. Perhaps, this is fate, today is the Fourth of July. And you will once again be fighting for our freedom. Not from tyranny, oppression, or persecution. And from annihilation, we're fighting for our right to live, to exist. And shouldn't we win the day, the Fourth of July will no longer be known as an American holiday. Whereas the day when the world declared it one voice, we will not go quietly into the night. We will not vanish without a fight. We're going to live on. We're going to survive. Today, we celebrate our independent state. | ▶️ |
| 100% | And when the dark night falls And the gray beasts surround me | ▶️ |
| 100% | All must be peaceful until the dark riders came and destroyed our village. Many will cut down when we're stood. Those who took up arms were slain or dragged away to become slaves. Or worse. The church at the edge of town has been desecrated and is being used for dark rituals. The screams that echo in the night are inhuman. | ▶️ |
