Here's what i came up with for the first post
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On Earth, roughly one thousand years ago, when the great hunting race of the Yautja visited and were worshipped by ancient humans. Because of their advanced technology, extraordinary hunting abilities, or utter fear, I my never know. My story starts so long ago..........., and where my fathers story ends.
In what is now North/South America, where the great Aztec pyramids can be found today, there was a great warrior. Honored and respected by many around, he would soon take the mantle of cheif, for he was the cheif's son. He had wed and was to be crowned the next day, but an enemy clan was threatening war upon them. This was most unfortunate the people on any accaion, but the Gods of the Heavens were visiting there humble kingdom.
The Gods decided to lend their strength to the army and aided them in battle. As the armies fought, the wife of the Cheif-to-be was giving birth. Towards the end of the third day of the battle, a messenger came to the warrior and anounced that he had a son. Overjoyed, the warrior fought witha passion to return to his wife and heir. As he fought, the Gods who fought beside him were impressed by his skill and thirst to defend his new kingdom.
At the end of the battle, the Gods had won and the army was to return with great honor, but with heavy losses. The great warrior had fatal wounds and would not return. The Gods offered him medicines, but the warrior would except death knowing his heir would inherit his throne, what he did not know was that his wife had died in child birth and left their son an orphan. As the warrior passed, the Yautja vowed to train his son in their ways and return him to his birthright.
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