Things are pretty quiet in the vicinity of Shefrik, where the invading melt army has started to form the place more to its own liking - clearing some of the rubble in order to begin construction of a new mutant city. Snuurg, one-time leader of the assault, has disappeared, last seen heading south on a huge motorbike stolen from one of his subordinates after he broke the last one. Meanwhile there's been no sign of any of the so-called 'Defenders of Shefrik' since its fall; probably because they're all far too embarrassed to show their bloody faces. I should think so too, letting a mere melt horde and undead army beat seven shades out of them.

There have been numerous sightings of the now-released Demon Lords throughout the province, as, it seems, they begin to set themselves up in a new home in preparation for what sages are calling the Diriminaxis Cycle. This is some kind of scaremongering-thingamajig about the end of the world coming when all nine Demons are free on Uurth once more, at which point everything will apparently go doolally and everyone will have a really bad time of things. Like, for example, you'll cancel the milk and they'll still keep delivering it, maybe.

It seems there really isn't much left in the way of 'normal' civilisation in this province now, as mutant raiders take more and more land and progressively exterminate whole towns and villages just to have a bit more space to swing their broadswords about in. Disgraceful, I call it. I suppose in that respect it is pretty much the end of the world as far as your average Purelonian is concerned, but then Purelon's always been a bit of a stuck-up poxy province, so I can't say I'm that bothered. Maybe it'll all be for the eventual good of one and all. Maybe something great will come out of it. Maybe the melts will all take up peaceful farming and grow to become respected and valuable members of the Community.

Maybe there's a decent living to be made out of PBM.

Wherever pockets of resistance still exist towards the invaders it's a case of grab as much as you can possibly carry and head sharpish out of the county by the fastest means you can find, steal, beg, borrow or stow away onboard.

An organisation calling itself The Purelonian Resistance Army has organised trips out of the county for refugees, seeinq to their safe conduct away from the wartorn province by various nefarious and secretive ways. The PRA, whose members were understandably naffed off at not being abbe to think of a fourth title word beginning with T so they could have a really easily-remembered acronym, are said to be facing heavy resistance themselves and have fought numerous skirmishes against various parts of the melt army resident in Purelon. Best of luck guys, you're gonna need it.

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