Friday, July 6, 2012

The Nail Polish Tale, by Phildoe Stagens

     Once upon a time there was a less than average height, but still equally great man. He went across the country side looking for people to save. His beard grew down to his stomach, and he was known for his ability to make loud sounds that could hurt dragons. Though the guards were of less than average intelligence, they still did a decent job protecting the city, from rats and killers. Dragons however, lead to a mass grave of guards who decided to face it with a bow an arrow while standing without hiding behind cover.
     The less than average height, but still equally great man was known for his skills of killing Dragons. One day he was called down to the city of Epoh. This city had been currently under siege by the Nail. The Nail was the enemy of the Polish of Epoh, Their war had raged for centuries, resulting in numerous lives lost. The Nail occasionally used dragons which is where the less than average height, but still equally great man fits in. At the highest towers he fought ruthlessly to keep the city in the hands of the Polish. Just when all hope seemed lost, the sun rose in the east, and a large group of riders came in, but unfortunately they were the offspring of war. The Nail-Polish fighters drove through the lines and pillaged the Nails, and the Polishes. It was sad. So now every time a man thinks about nail polish, deep down his brain remembers the defeat, and he refuses to use it.

This is only part 1.
You see as I sit here essentially passing out with exhaustion I have come to the fact that I should probably sleep. I had an interesting yet fun day, as it has been for the past few weeks. Hanging out with groups of people in the evening is quite a fun one, especially if they all are pleasant people. I lucked out on that one. Humans can still surprise you.

Oh, and today is Bungie Day. Celebrate.

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