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// C.M. Coxswain, ??? 
// Story: The Gilderoy Expedition 
// by PaulAsaran 
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It’s a running game. We can’t hurt it, but it is slow. We keep constant lookouts and move from place to place. We can’t stay on the bridge long enough to do much, and I’ve ordered no return to civilization. We can’t let that abomination loose back home. We got to the emergency comms and sent a message out. It’s the best we can do.

A few are against me on this. They want to go home. I admit, the thought is tempting. But the risk is too great.

It always pursues the closest pony. The pegasi are safe, because they can just fly to the ice sheet below. At that distance, it’s as if they don’t exist. So it comes for us. We can't abandon the ship, we'll never get home without it. Rusty’s pen markings do nothing, but it avoids the carvings he made, as if they somehow block it. We tried making more. Ours don’t work. We’re missing a step.

It is coming. I can hear the hiss of the wood burning in its path.