By Giles D Hobbs
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Noxos was different, again. Watching the invaders settle the blasted city like flies, he shed the furred skin of the conquered race that had shrouded him for 30 lifetimes. Chitin armour was replacing it, readying him to continue his master’s game plan. For the tenth time he would infiltrate the invaders and ensure they too were defenceless when the time came. He remembered a man on this planet, once called Earth, who wrote ‘As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods…..” How true. He walked towards the city as the invaders ships swarmed into the air, like flies….