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... before stopping as he fell into a pit of mushy, sticky mud.
"What…just happened?" He muttered.
Laying in the mud for a moment, he picked himself, looking around to find that none of his companions had landed alongside him.
'I'm alone? It…shot us all out in different directions? Are they all right? I landed in mud, but…it wasn't a gentle nor short landing–if one of them hit solid ground…' He thought.
Picking himself up, or so he tried, he found the mysterious mud ...
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