(Original text taken from story 'The War Mark.')

Original text:

The next day was very busy. Everyone was rushing about stacking piles of carefully searched out grass and shrubs, arranging battle lines, creating attack plans. Clash was standing quietly near a tall tree, observing his herd’s work, when he noticed a young mare approaching him. “Clash, you know, obviously, we’re all mustangs, us and the other herd, right?”
Clash nodded, tilting his head slightly in curiosity. “Yes.”
“But, how do we know whose a friend or enemy in the midst of the battle? We know each other by names but there’s so many of us, you won’t know from a quick glance whose who.”
“Hmm… that’s a smart observation,” Clash replied. He quickly brushed passed the mare and called his horses together.
“As you may have heard there’s a conflict in telling whose friend or enemy in the battle. Any suggestions?”


NEW Text!!!

The next day was very derpy. Everyone was derping about stacking piles of carefully searched out derps, arranging derp lines, creating derp plans. Clash was standing quietly near a tall derp, observing his herd’s work, when he noticed a young, derpy mare approaching him. “Clash, you know, obviously, we’re all derps, us and the other herd, right?”
Clash derped, tilting his derp slightly in derpiousity. “Yes.”
“But, how do we know whose a friend or enemy in the derp of the battle? We know each other by derps but there’s so many of us, you won’t know from a quick derp whose who.”
“Hmm… that’s a smart derp,” Clash derped. He quickly derped passed the mare and derped his horses together.
“As you may have heard there’s a derp in telling whose friend or enemy in the battle. Any derps?”

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...AND THE CROWD GOES WILD!!!

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 31.12.2012

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