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I can remember the chill autumn morning as if it were yesterday. The air bore that cooled sweat feeling, the one just before a change in the weather. We set out, though pensive and uncertain, with resolve and determination. Our task was simple, yet we faced insurmountable odds: we were to take the One Ring into the very heart of Mordor and cast it back into the fire from whence it came, the very place it was forged, and the one place it could be unmade, Orodruin. The road was long and perilous, our journey fraught with danger at every bend. Despite ever increasing despair and dwindling hope, we made it. Ragged and clinging desperately to the last vestiges of our undergarments, we had accomplished our goal! It was a day of days! Exhausted, we celebrated our triumph over the forces of evil by relishing in the joys of tea and crumpets! When we had returned at last to the safe haven of Rivendell, an odd feeling struck the both of us. It was as though our extraordinary journey had been entirely unnecessary. The cost had been
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One time Zeke and I built a rocketship out of spare parts we found in a junkyard. And no one believed us that it would work, they were all, "What the hell are you doing, that's stupid." These were all annoying, suburban, boring, SUV-driving people with monkey butlers. But we did it anyway. We shoplifted some rocket fuel supplies from a 7-11 and launched ourselves into outer space. We watched the earth become a tiny pinpoint of blue light in the distance and headed toward Mars, the red planet. When we arrived we were greeted by rivers of whiskey and springs of lemonade, beer trees and BBQ sandwiches abounded everywhere. It was pretty much awesome. We invited all our friends to come join our anarchist gunslinger gang and sleep on marshmallow beds under the stars and wrangle robot steeds. Hurray!
After archery practice Tuesday we bought armor piercing arrows. We both got drunk and went to the train yard where Zeke shot a flaming arrow at an oil car and it blew up.
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The Waifs of State
what were we thinking?
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I'm so glad we went to Mars.
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