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Scrabs and Paramites may be on the brink of extinction, but you’d never know it to judge by the stockyards surrounding any Glukkon processing facility. Here the creatures are penned, naked to the sky and elements, awaiting their turn in the slaughter tunnel. Glukkon stockyards are old, rusty, muddy, and knee-deep in filth – if you’re downwind from a stockyards, you’ll smell it from miles away. |
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