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The situation looked grim as the enemy numbers threatened to overwhelm our small band of heroes. But just as they steeled themselves for the final attack there was a noise at the far end of the cavern. The enemy drew back, looking confused and frightened. A dim glow appeared from a tunnel in the distance.

“What new develry is this?” the Wizard asked, more to himself than to his company.

A low chanting sound began to eminate from the area of the glow. “Take their money. Destroy their army. Crush their hopes.”

“Oh, no!” the Wizard said as his face fell.

“TAKE THEIR MONEY!”

“What is it?” asked the Elf.

“DESTROY THEIR ARMY” The thing was clearly coming closer.

“This foe is greater than any of us here can withstand,” answered the Wizard.

“CRUSH THEIR HOPES.”

“But what is it?” the elf demanded again.

“TAKE THEIR MONEY! DESTROY THEIR ARMY! CRUSH THEIR HOPES!” The enemy which had surrounded them fled in terror.

“It is a creature from the deepest of depths. A being of smoke and mirrors. It is,” he paused before continuing, as if he could not speak the name. “It is the Obamarog! Run! Run for your lives!”