I've seen
jydog1 for three of the last four weekends, and he's only talking in 100 word paragraphs. "How are you?" I asked, and he proceeded to tell me... in exactly 100 words. Awkward. He was forced to grind to a halt as he tried to find exactly the right seven words to finish his story. Always the caring and devoted friend, I hope to alleviate his
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You see this, this is what our family stands for; with it I have fought evil, protected the weak, and reassured the scared. It has a powerful magic but its primarily use is defense. Dungeon Master himself gave it to me. If you want to inherit it someday, then you must first earn it through respect, loyalty, and humility. Earn the right to someday be called Cavalier.
Would you like to touch it?
Tzzzp.
Ha, Ha, the old joy buzzer behind the shield trick works every time.
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I’m trying!
Stop trying and DO SOMETHING!
I… I don’t know how these psionic powers work.
Just come up with the right trigger word, like last time.
I still don’t really know how I did it last time.
Well, start thinking, because we’ll be within range in less than a minute.
...think protection think barrier think armor think oh gods it’s getting closer concentrate concentrate CONCENTRATE
need something big no bigger something between us and it something strong stronger strongest blocking protecting shielding that’s it shielding SHIELDING SHIELD.
SHIELD.
***SHIELD***
A pulsating sphere of indestructible force enveloped them both.
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All I remember is Sam walking back from the cab of the camper after asking her dad something, passing on his message with liberal adlibbing and then six kids collapsing in peals of laughter. The most memorable part though was the two streams of milk that shot out of Bret’s nose that my book thankfully shielded me from. We laughed until our sides hurt and tears rolled down our cheeks.
Cleaning the snotty milk off my book, well, that was a little less funny.
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Crouching under the porch of this rotting old farm house as the demons of hell go riding by, I finally understand. Shielding her trembling body with mine, I try to calm her sobs of fear, as the flesh is seared from my back, one oozing blister at a time.
Our tears meld as we wait for the pounding of hooves to pass. I would rather to have never known.
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It kept us safe as promised during the war we began, but the destruction beyond was absolute. It has continued to protect us from the radioactive fallout, but it has also reduced our ability to harness the wind and sun for energy. Seventeen days until the fuel finally runs out and exposes humanity’s last oasis.
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