On June seventh, year two-thousand and six, an earthquake caused
an oil mine in Southeast Asia to collapse. It buried thousands of workers. Natural gas leaked
from the split in the earth, forcing the population to evacuate. Of those who stayed, many
died. Then emerged the Hounds.
Skin like charred stone, cracked and flaking, their insides burning white hot. If we had
imagined anything to live under the Earth's crust, it was not this. We humans so often fear
what we cannot predict, what we cannot understand... Guns were fired. Soldiers from
overseas moved in on the assumed threat, blasting iron into the burning hearts of the
Hounds. When a Hound fell, molten rock spilled from it's wounds, destroying all in it's path.
The core of a Hound stayed hot for days, scorching the earth beneath it. One violent death
caused so much destruction, and still we did not learn our lesson. Hundreds were slaughtered,
and miles of land burned beneath the bodies of the beasts.
We humans feared for our lives. We could not fight without bringing disaster upon ourselves.
What if the Hounds decided to fight back? This would not stop until someone stepped forth.
Fortunately, someone did.
The fighting ceased. The Hounds remained passive. And then, one approached a small village.
The humans were petrified, but the Hound simply stared; simply waited. It waited, and
waited, for two whole days and two whole nights. Until, one evening, the sun glowing crimson
against the ashen clouds, a woman stepped up. She stood in front of the beast, and before
her eyes, it changed. A canine, with body and fur like any other. The eyes were the only things
that did not become another; they remained blank. No pupil, no shine. Just a coloured sphere.
Many questions had to yet be asked, but one thing was certain; these Hounds were not the
monsters we thought they were.
an oil mine in Southeast Asia to collapse. It buried thousands of workers. Natural gas leaked
from the split in the earth, forcing the population to evacuate. Of those who stayed, many
died. Then emerged the Hounds.
Skin like charred stone, cracked and flaking, their insides burning white hot. If we had
imagined anything to live under the Earth's crust, it was not this. We humans so often fear
what we cannot predict, what we cannot understand... Guns were fired. Soldiers from
overseas moved in on the assumed threat, blasting iron into the burning hearts of the
Hounds. When a Hound fell, molten rock spilled from it's wounds, destroying all in it's path.
The core of a Hound stayed hot for days, scorching the earth beneath it. One violent death
caused so much destruction, and still we did not learn our lesson. Hundreds were slaughtered,
and miles of land burned beneath the bodies of the beasts.
We humans feared for our lives. We could not fight without bringing disaster upon ourselves.
What if the Hounds decided to fight back? This would not stop until someone stepped forth.
Fortunately, someone did.
The fighting ceased. The Hounds remained passive. And then, one approached a small village.
The humans were petrified, but the Hound simply stared; simply waited. It waited, and
waited, for two whole days and two whole nights. Until, one evening, the sun glowing crimson
against the ashen clouds, a woman stepped up. She stood in front of the beast, and before
her eyes, it changed. A canine, with body and fur like any other. The eyes were the only things
that did not become another; they remained blank. No pupil, no shine. Just a coloured sphere.
Many questions had to yet be asked, but one thing was certain; these Hounds were not the
monsters we thought they were.
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noticed, it's been just over a decade since what we have come to call, 'Doomsday',
and everything is pretty much back to normal. Well, the site where the massacre
took place is still uninhabitable, but other than that, things have tidied up nicely.
Oh, that's right! Silly me, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm munchqueen;
I run the adoption centre, alongside my faithful Hound companion, Char. Now that we have developed an understanding for Doom Hounds, they've become a huge part of modern life. They're great house pets (no healthcare required), have minor magical abilities, and are great for utility purposes such as construction and police work. We're lucky to have them, you know! There's no need to be frightened, they are quite gentle. All of the Hounds here are looking for homes... Perhaps you could help them find one?
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; you can trade pets and C$ to get some. Send all trades to 
