And so when the Conscious ones grew and built their territories and domiciles, they invited those who did not participate in the wantonness of War and her games, to create new life and build the next generations. But in the wake of the growth of the violent conscious ones, they left behind the bodies of the dead to despoil and rot, the Being observed what occurred in the bodies of the fallen and was struck with a new urge, "L̴̺̦̀̎Ȇ̸̞͇̐͊̐͜T̸͇̘͚̻͆̿̃͒ͅ ̷̗̰̇̎̀̇́̉T̶̘̙̲̜͚̱̉̔͛͘Ḧ̵̙́̂̒́͒Ę̸͕́̀͂ͅI̸͓͐̈́̈R̶̼̟̖̿͗͑͜ͅ ̸̨̔͌͆̈́̒B̵̳̞̠̫͗̍̋̈͛ͅE̴̛̞̯̕ ̴̤̤̦͍͕̅̀̂ͅP̵͇̞̳̌̒̓̈́͋͘ͅE̶̥͂̀͘S̴͓͖̣̕Ṯ̷͔̬̫̦͚̐̍͋͆͝Ĩ̴̟͇̳̻͗͋͠͝L̵̫͚̈́̏̀́̆͛ͅN̴̢͖͙͍͍̤͑̊̿̀̏͝A̴̢͖͉̍̋͝C̷͎̐Ȇ̴̱͔͙̙͑̈́͌͝ ̷̡̦͈͓̜͐͗̏̆̇͒Ą̴̡̲͕͇͗N̸̤͕̰̅Ḓ̵̮̫͔̾͂͝ ̴̝͒̔̓͘͠B̵͙͍͑̈́̎͗͘͜Ḷ̵̈́Ị̴̝̪̪̽̈́̌̈́G̷̻̟̺̃͒͊̄̚H̶̡̳̼̰͆̅͗́̋T̵̠̰̘̹̃͜"

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And so, a new being was born, one of Green, Brown, and Yellow, and when they opened their consciousness for the first time they breathed a wave of blight, infecting the living and the dead alike, the dead decaying and rotting to bone, yet raising up to walk the planets once again, hollow inside and yearning for the taste of life once more, while the living grew ill, the strong suffered but lived and growing from the disease, while the weak succumbed to it, feeding the soil to promote new life. And so it was three riders were born and made anew, thought their steeds would not be created for a long time yet.