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Apr 9, 2011 19:54:36 GMT -5
Post by Esmer on Apr 9, 2011 19:54:36 GMT -5
*Greg*
I wake in the mine with my lovely rock-pillow. Staring at my watch, I groan. Ten o'clock is wayy to early for a weekend. Speaking of which, I should probably get out of here before someone comes. I grab my rucksack with my stone weapons and money in it and leave. As I emerge from the dim light of the mines into the bright sun, I squint. I hate the sun in my eyes! But after a second, my eyes adjust. I search my bag for the money my mother gave me and count it. Enough for today's meals-if I feel like paying. I'll have to get some more. But wait- Payday is Monday. Good. I'l have more to spend on food. I walk over to one of the stalls and bark at the owner, "Bacon. And eggs. And throw in a tankard of beer too." The sight of my muscles intimidate people so much, it's almost funny. I wolf it down and chug the beer, then stand up to go. The owner approaches me. "Umm, sir, my money, please."
"Money?!" I roar at him. "No, your payment won't be money. It'll be that I don't hurt you for that awful meal!" The meal was actually fine, but you have to intimidate people. I stalk off towards the Training Center. Who knows-maybe I'll find someone to beat up there. I stand next to the rack of swords and watch a boy stab dummies. Ha! He's so pathetic, I could take him down without trying.
I wake in the mine with my lovely rock-pillow. Staring at my watch, I groan. Ten o'clock is wayy to early for a weekend. Speaking of which, I should probably get out of here before someone comes. I grab my rucksack with my stone weapons and money in it and leave. As I emerge from the dim light of the mines into the bright sun, I squint. I hate the sun in my eyes! But after a second, my eyes adjust. I search my bag for the money my mother gave me and count it. Enough for today's meals-if I feel like paying. I'll have to get some more. But wait- Payday is Monday. Good. I'l have more to spend on food. I walk over to one of the stalls and bark at the owner, "Bacon. And eggs. And throw in a tankard of beer too." The sight of my muscles intimidate people so much, it's almost funny. I wolf it down and chug the beer, then stand up to go. The owner approaches me. "Umm, sir, my money, please."
"Money?!" I roar at him. "No, your payment won't be money. It'll be that I don't hurt you for that awful meal!" The meal was actually fine, but you have to intimidate people. I stalk off towards the Training Center. Who knows-maybe I'll find someone to beat up there. I stand next to the rack of swords and watch a boy stab dummies. Ha! He's so pathetic, I could take him down without trying.
