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After a full hour of wading through swamps and crawling under the trees that blocked his path, Abusemonster came into a large clearing filled with grass that reached just below his waist. He looked closely into the distance and spotted a village. 'A village! Maybe my crew are staying here!'. Without thinking, he sprinted toward the entrance of the village. It was filled with wooden houses and a large cobblestone tower in the middle. The gravel pathways felt strange on his feet and he approached a man wearing monk-like robes. The monk had an extremeley bloated head and his nose would make squidward feel ashamed. He started by saying 'What can this humble community do for you, traveller?'. Abusemonster replied slowly while staring at the man's nose, 'I'm looking for a ship crew, have you seen anything strange in the past few hours?'. The monk then looked to the ground, and the smiled washed off his face. 'I saw them being dragged by spiders into the nest. I couldn't do anything to stop them as this community has no weapons!'. 'Where is this nest then?', Abusemonster asked, desperate to find the rest of the s.s PMC crew. At this moment he realised every member of the PMC crew was issued with a wooden sword. Most of them must have survived. Mustn't they?
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