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Ummm... Chris? You think this is funny, do you?
Well, what can be funnier than real life? That's right, there is already a similar show. Called "Pet Psychic". They show it like every weekday evening on some funky public tv channel. I've never watched it, but when I first saw an ad for it on tv, I almost fell off the couch laughing.
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SKILORD
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Live free or Die
Mar 2002
time: 05:24
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In Boston the trail had heated up.
THe men of the city had taken interest in the traveller who was so knowledgable about the world outside Boston, but sadly for those who followed him so had the ladies, He was accused of a pregnancy, and the people of Boston, being old fashioned, found this no joking matter.
The grandfather to be was particularly upset,more so than either his daughter or any other three people in the town, he had bullied the young man who had once been betrothed to his daughter into fighting with the men who followed the theif of virginity and honor. He had no intentions of marrying her now, she was marred forever, she wasn't perfect enough to deserve him anymore.
Now Will and the native cirlcled each other in the grassy town square, Will had surrendered his shirt, claiming it limited his motions. And his slim, muscled frame stood a stark opposition to the wirey frame of his opponent. Will expected little to come of this for Boston.
Neither man was willing to accept the responsibility, the guilt of the first strike, the circled until the native, who felt that right was on his side, moved in with a jab, which Will sidestepped easily, punching the other man in the ribs.
THe native backed off, watching Will warily, lifting his arms to defense, Will had the initiative now, his opponent knew he wouldn't waste it, a single punch had told him so much about his opponent's style. He was grinning, ready for Will to charge.
Will charged, and the other man, expecting it, grabbed the ex soldier's wrists, and placing his foot gently on the traveller's chest rolled back, tossing him across the ring of spectators. When Will fell he soon found the other man on top, landing punches. Two, Three, Suddenly a thrist of hip freed him. and Will righted himself, wiping the blood from his face, this was not promising, but the other man's turn to strike had come.
THe Bostonian charged back, it was a strikingly uncharachteristic move, and almost caught Will off gaurd, the othe man didn't even punch, Will let loose a jab at the nimble figure.
Who quickly grabbed the arm. Soon Will had dodged a leg that had ventured to the back of his head, he fell to the ground, wondering what was happening to him. Soon he heard his arm crack lke celery, and looked over, numb with pain to see it broken. The victor stood up, to survey his conquest. With all the strength left in him Will kicked feircely at the other man's chest. As his opponent sucked for air Will crawled over to him, propelled on his good arm, and wrapped his arm into he collar of the shirt, cutting off the windpipe, until, with despair his final look to Will, the native passed out.
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(The variation of the 'flying armbar' enclosed above is untested, and frankly even in practice flying armbars are considered 'low percentage' at 'best'. It is not reccomended by the author, neither is fighting with an arm broken, or even allowing a fight to progress to the broken arm stage without submitting)
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Fluffy was becoming adept at mountain climbing.
With Bobb as his guide Fluffy had traversed the great mountains all the way to Salt Lake city, once capitaqil of the now displaced Mormon state, below him men took new vows, either to the Order of Latter day saints, whom the Mormons of the West still called themselves, or nto the Order of Latter day Crusaders, which banner the free Mormons flew. Customary protest bonfires burned from every street corner, the c5ty waqs 6n strike.The cats camped outside the city for days, watching the protests swell, the public grow in force.
The men with Rifkes were thrown from the city, burned upon pikes were the traitors to the church. The war would now turn around, promised Bringham Young, over the radio.
Last edited by SKILORD on 16-01-2003 at 10:26
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vovan
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Hehe, some of us may need professional treatment for withdrawal symptoms here.
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vovan
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quote:
Originally posted by SKILORD
No block, though i do have College Algebra homework to do... |
* Vovansim slaps himself on the forehead *
Am I the only masochist here, taking Discrete Math and Multivariable Claculus at the same time this semester?
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SKILORD
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Live free or Die
Mar 2002
time: 05:24
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The team of ducks waved their wings imposingly.
"Quack"
Fluffy wasn't frightened, who could be scared of ducks, even if there were twenty of them. Bob the Cat growled besides him,
"I've never seen ducks in the Rocky Mountains before..."
"Yeah and horses aren't indigenous to America, but appear on the map."
"Good point, i'm sure, whatever you mean."
It was a good point, thought Fluffy.
A duck waddled close to them, bent it's head so it could look Fluffy in the eye, something like a snort escaped it's bill.
"Quack!!!!!"
Suddenly all the ducks leapt, feathers were everywhere as the ducks discovered that as feirce as they thought they may be, they had no claws or anything remotely imposing, they were summarilly slaughtered by the cats.
"What was the poin there?" Bob asked Fluffy, even while feathers still littered the air.
"I don't know, i guess the audience wanted more cat...."
A weak quack came from a larger pile of feathers, Fluffy sulked over to investigate.
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Sam grinned at them, he could hardly be recognised asa beard now clung to his face.
"How have you been Pedro? It's been a while, i remember knowig you back when a man's property was his alone, not subject to the whims of government."
"You know, you're going to be a father soon, the good people of Boston are quite upset with you."
Sam shrugged, "They'll get over it."
Pedro slapped him backhanded.
"You and i both know you're a better man than that, I bought you a small shop there, I promised to retreive you for them. You have a child to rear."
Sam spat on the ground as he felt along for his razor, to shave before his journey.
"Sure as hell better be a boy." He grumbled, knowing that a son could continue the story in the sequel, knowing that his was finally done.
Outside, Will nursed his casted arm. watching the building that Pedro had entered. A scream began in the sky, he looked around, suddenly a cat fell from the sky.
"Damn Ducks.... can't tell South from East."
Will watched as the feline pulled itself up and looked at him.
"I'm your cat now, I don't know why i was put in the story, but i'm sure of that. We're going to open up a shop, i'll show you how."
"Uhhh.... i guess so."
Humans are so stupid, thought the cat.
Cat's are so bossy thought Will.
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General Lee had been replaced, President Stonewall Jackson now held the chair of powert in the South.
"Ah Assure you, my fellows, the South shall indeed Rahise again. That's what the Sequel will be for."
The other men grumbled, disbeleiving.
"The South Shall Raihse AGAIN!"
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15-01-2003 04:34
Does he not want you to write any more stories? 
Wait a minnit, how are posting that message, if your keyboard has been stolen? 
it's a long story.
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