Anthony's Saga, Part II (Pirated)
Resplendant in shining new plate mail and armed with a glistening metal pike, Anthony confident strode down the cobbled village path towards the city gates.
"Anthony!"
Nonchalant towards the passing cries of adulation, Anthony continued his way towards the city gates.
"Anthony!"
The same voice cried out again, more likely an attempt to get Anthony's attention instead of raucous cheers of appreciation. Yet, Anthony paid no heed to the cries, and strode on determined, which both left a pervasive sense of purposefulness and boorishness.
"ANTHONY, you deaf ah?"
The finger tapped against the cold steel of his plate armor. Once again, Anthony had PSed his fellow journeyman Jinx unsurprisingly.
"HAR? Yah what, my right ear deaf what. Anyway, I was thinking of how to sell my shower heads later in the merchant's bazaar, they have healing properties for people with weak right livers like mee...."
And as the dashing hero, ever so charming in his square top, pivoted his head to face Jinx, he failed to notice a pebble on the road before he could complete his sentence. Tripped, our mighty hero did, and impaled himself with his own pike, he did even better.
Suddenly, as if it was compulsory, the skies started to pour. Jinx stood hunched over our fallen hero's corpse, and found himself crying in the rain, vowing to do justice to his friend's death, as though straight out from a movie scene.
Jinx picked up the bloodied weapon, ventured into the cave, slayed the beast, and married Pattu. Anthony who?
The end.
Haha, keith your blog post was really fucking funny. You must have a shit load of free time to draft some shit like that from scratch haha. Anyway, please continue to pen your own ending, disregard this shit that I just drafted out straight after waking up.
Overseas balls, some pictures or updates on life?
"Anthony!"
Nonchalant towards the passing cries of adulation, Anthony continued his way towards the city gates.
"Anthony!"
The same voice cried out again, more likely an attempt to get Anthony's attention instead of raucous cheers of appreciation. Yet, Anthony paid no heed to the cries, and strode on determined, which both left a pervasive sense of purposefulness and boorishness.
"ANTHONY, you deaf ah?"
The finger tapped against the cold steel of his plate armor. Once again, Anthony had PSed his fellow journeyman Jinx unsurprisingly.
"HAR? Yah what, my right ear deaf what. Anyway, I was thinking of how to sell my shower heads later in the merchant's bazaar, they have healing properties for people with weak right livers like mee...."
And as the dashing hero, ever so charming in his square top, pivoted his head to face Jinx, he failed to notice a pebble on the road before he could complete his sentence. Tripped, our mighty hero did, and impaled himself with his own pike, he did even better.
Suddenly, as if it was compulsory, the skies started to pour. Jinx stood hunched over our fallen hero's corpse, and found himself crying in the rain, vowing to do justice to his friend's death, as though straight out from a movie scene.
Jinx picked up the bloodied weapon, ventured into the cave, slayed the beast, and married Pattu. Anthony who?
The end.
Haha, keith your blog post was really fucking funny. You must have a shit load of free time to draft some shit like that from scratch haha. Anyway, please continue to pen your own ending, disregard this shit that I just drafted out straight after waking up.
Overseas balls, some pictures or updates on life?
posted by PENISIL @ 8:52 AM
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