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I smell the the ash but it has already descended On the capital where three men were commended The governor, blinded by the bright city lights Is deaf to the northern economic plight If a tree falls in the forest everyone hears it But if it doesn't the logger's children will feel it The Golden State is parched, but not it's golf courses Are you Bakersfield poor or Palo Alto remorseless? Five Forest Service died fighting the fires But all people care about is what weed makes them higher A big quake is coming, and I can't wait For it to rid the world of this godforsaken state

     There's no such thing as monsters. There's just people and the choices they make. People love to use the word monster though, especially since the existence of werewolves and vampires was revealed a decade back. Officially, our kind are known as non-humans, but there are still those who choose to call us monsters. Some of our kind even choose to call humans monsters. It's just the nervous hatred of scared people. But there are those who choose to take their hatred to a whole other level. That's where the Non-Human Affairs Bureau comes in. A new branch of the FBI, the NHAB handles all criminal activity involving non-humans. My name is T&#

 In the later years of American westward expansion, the Federal Army started receiving less and less hostile resistance. The great native nations of the west were tired of fighting the steadily approaching end to their old ways of life, and they had lost all hope of keeping their lands. They were broken, defeated, all except for the Dog Soldiers. A splinter tribe of the Cheyenne Nation, they continued to fight the land seizure even as the Cheyenne Chiefs signed the treaties. All odds were stacked against them, yet they fought fiercely for what they loved and cherished. They fought for justice and freedom, and their rights to both. They foug