Volcana made her way through the dark and glistening streets. She silently streaked between the buildings. Her boots crunching on the new fallen snow. The full moon above lay the world to sleep beneath a blanket of silvery moonlight. Everything was silent and still. A little too quiet.
Volcana had heard of the great Gambino's plot from her dying grandfather. She simply could not let it happen. There were Gaians waiting for those prizes and those gifts. They strained away at their keyboards this very minute rolling dice and generating random numbers to get their grubby paws on those prizes. There would be uproar and mobs should the promised gifts not be there when the winners were named.
Volcana was armed with a little bit of karate she had learned as a youngster and a butcher knife. She hoped to find other tools of death along the way. She was staying carefully in the shadows. Ahead of her, a little green ear popped up over a pile of old toys, broken and discard to make way for new ones probably.
"A grunny?" She wondered. The grunny growled, it's eyes glowing red. Leaping over the garbage, it charged Volcana.
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