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By shadowsnailHamstard laid in a smear of his own waste. He had read that a bed of fresh wood shavings would pop at the beginning of the next turn. He was pretty sure that was what he read, but he had shredded the paper and peed on it, so he couldn't be sure. Besides, in the absence of his Ruler, this turn had dragged on for longer than any he had known, and he didn't know if if his side would ever have another.