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no I saying TOW's votes and his logic
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Here and now, there's a chance for action Here and now, we can take control
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Kas vote was cuz of control of doc, and you literally also voted for Kas, weak argument Polly? idk what was up with her
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why?
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TOW votes have seemed kinda flimsy in the past, especially the logic behind it
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Aaron stayed put, shell-shocked.
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The blast pierced the beast's throat, causing it to collapse on top of him.
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It clanged off the scales, and the dragon raised his claw, preparing to bring it down. The beast roared, swinging wildly, crashing through buildings.
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It was a dragon, a beast that wasn't supposed to exist, so he did not know anything about its weaknesses.
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The dragon slammed a claw into the building, smashing through the flimsy wall.
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HAPPY TOLKIEN READING DAY EVERYONE!!!
TwinStorm replied to S. Stormy's topic in Entertainment Discussion
weird answer Smith of Wooton Major -
A hot burst of fire swung over her head, singeing her.
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"Don't know. Probably not. The Tuatha . . . they're probably angry. Extremely angry. Not to mention the fey, elves, and wights." The dragon roared, spraying flames over the fire.
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wait what Drake was an elim and . . . left? okay this is crazy I mean, that's one less elim to smoke out and Kas? dang what were his most previous suspicions? and a sitter left too AGH
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"I'm Irish." he responded ironically. "At least on my mom's side. My dad's Scottish. Fey, and elves and all that . . ." he paused, reconsidering his words. Not nonsense. Not anymore. A roar was heard as a massive scaly beast emerged, mouth billowing fire. A dragon. @Through The Living Glass @echo74 @SpiritOfWrath
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Amidst the wreckage, a shape emerged. A massive shape, shrouded by the billowing smoke.
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Aaron groaned, clutching his stomach. His bravery had faded, and he had no combat skills whatsoever. "They from that area?" he asked, concerned.
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Aaron snapped, suddenly angry. He sprinted at the mercenary, tackling him. "Crazy how society has adapted." Caedmon remarked nonchalantly. "Runes, bells, it's been efficient. Not like in the States, I hear." He shuddered. In America, everything was going to hell.
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Aaron, terrified, tried to tuck his wallet away, but the mercenary hadn't been distracted by the sudden explosion.
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Aaron looked down, worried. He didn't want to fight back, so he looked through his wallet. Spare change, a debit card, mostly worthless in the dystopia that was New York City. Suddenly, nearby, a truck exploded.
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Aaron noticed her, approaching her slowly. Caedmon cursed softly, looking over his textbook. Two weeks. Two weeks since the world had gone bloody insane. "Oi, Joseph." he hissed. "You think they'll attack again tonight?" Aaron scrambled backwards, terrified
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Ares stood alone on the beach, watching the crashing waves. The world had changed. Gone were the simple huts of his time, now the mortals had actually built towers of steel, tall as Olympus in its glory. But the mortals were the same. Bloody, violent, chaotic. He loved them for that. Two weeks in this new world, and already Texas and Arkansas had devolved into bloodshed. Now he was moving north, inciting war as he went. "Ares? What a surprise!" came a sarcastically dry voice from beside him. Ares whirled, startled, fist raised to strike, but nobody was there. "Over here, Ares." the voice said again, from behind, and when Ares turned, there was a youth, barely more than two winters into life by appearance, with a punchable face, and shoulder length black hair. He wore modern clothes, a green sweatshirt and jeans, but one thing revealed his true appearance. A golden horned crown. "Loki." he snarled. He had never liked the Norse god. "In the flesh." the god replied lightly. "Nice to have a body again, after a millennia trapped in a rune stone. This world is . . . strange, yet so familiar. It's ripe, like the first fruits of autumn. Ripe for chaos." "Why are you even here?" Ares growled. "Go bother Hermes or Apollo, or something." "They're boring. So set in their ways, so protective of mortals. You, on the other hand . . ." "Why are you here?" Ares said, suddenly worried by the dangerous gleam in the trickster's eyes. "To give you a gift." he said, pulling out a brown parcel, unwrapping it. "The mortals call this a gun." Ares studied the metal triangle curiously. It did not seem dangerous. "What does it do?" Loki grinned, and raised the gun. A clap like thunder sounded from it, and out over the bay, a pigeon dropped. "Like a bow, but more lethal. Gone are the days of swords and spears, friend. This is a tool. My gift for you. A gift of chaos." --- Aaron moved through the square quietly. For the middle of an afternoon in New York City, it was quiet. Too quiet. The few people out moved furtively, trying to reach their destination as soon as possible. The storm could be blamed for that. For two weeks, ever since Greece, the rain had not stopped over New York. And the lightning . . . The Empire State Building was rubble, after it had been hit by dozens of bolts of lightning, pulverizing it. People said it was the end of the world. They weren't wrong, Aaron thought grimly. Things had been seen. Men with bull heads, strange flying beasts, even dragons. Things he had once dismissed as a childhood fairy tale were walking the streets. He left the square, moving into a side alley, where he finally spotted the place he was looking for. An old apartment complex, temporarily transformed into a disaster relief center. A small crowd of people milled outside the doors, and Aaron joined them hoping he would not be recognized. @Through The Living Glass @Argenti @SpiritOfWrath @IcedOutPenguin @echo74 @TheBestTruthwatcher @CoderDrag0n8 @Hoid_Slayer @BridgeBoi
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