A Goon
"What do you mean? Just because there's one hundred pounds of smokepowder in this boat doesn't mean they'd possibly target it with a fireball spell!" Said to the party in a ship-to-ship battle before the Mage on the other side cast Create Flame inside the hull.
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In the growing tradition of stupid stories:

Author: BandWidth ()
Date: 2000-04-07 00:00:00

Johans glared up at the blazing light of the sun. The light had done its best efforts to blind him to the truth over the years, however there was no way that Johans would fall for such trickery. He raised his fist up, providing sufficient protection from the evil of the glowing sphere that had destroyed his family, so many years ago.

There was a look in Johans' eyes that matched the glow of even the hottest ember. Those who knew him well, knew that this glow had been passed on from generation to generation through his family, since the time of his greatest ancestor: Mondre. Mondre was a warrior of the ceramic cult. The skill of this cult in the manufacture and preparation and ceramics was unmatched. Those who did not know him, feared him. The glow in his eyes had caused many a man to become enraged with fury and make hot, passionate love to the nearest woman he could find.

Johans picked up a sapling and placed it into the small hole he had dug. He knew that eventually this sapling would grow tall and strong, blocking out the light from his greatest rival. Johans laughed evilly as he filled the hole with fertilizer enriched soil. Standing up, Johans dusted himself off, and trodded off towards the shed. He wiped the beads of sweat off his forehead, and cursed the intense heat brought on by the sun.

Johans reached down, and grabbed a rusted handle in the floor. Pulling upwards, it revealed a underground passage. Climbing inside, he pulled the trap door shut behind him, rendering the tunnel completely dark. Johans loved the dark. It was the only place where he could find refuge from the rays of death that haunted him so. Johans curled up for a long nap under the earth.

It did not take long for the effects to set in. The air was poor to begin with so deep under the earth. After breathing what was left of the oxygen in the tunnel, the high levels of carbon dioxide and dust in the air caused him to perish. Johans was no more.

The End



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In the growing tradition of stupid stories: - BandWidth - 2000-04-07 00:00:00