Churchill
Downs Day 34: In front of us lay the base of the mountains, behind
us, a war path. Too many wolf and giant corpses to count. Glorious is
what it was. Not to mention the dragon guarding the base of the
mountain. Were it not for Andy's extremely crooked smile from the
lack of braces, the dragon wouldn't have started laughing hard enough
to not realize Casey drawing out an arrow that landed directly
between its eyes. We've fought and sacrificed much to get here, the
only problem is, where now? Where would we climb? All of the sudden
Casey started to state that whatever we were looking for was the way
he would lead us.
Casey was gifted with a nose so big and powerful, that he could make a dog look like Voldemort. So onward we tread, deeper into the heart of the mountain where Casey was leading us. As we started to descend into the mountain, just like that we were outside staring up a path that seemed like it went all the way to the peak. We were just about to start walking when all of the sudden Casey stopped us. "Goblins" he mumbled as he raised his bow. We all stood in a circle with our backs to the middle. Sure enough not even one minute later we began to see them swarm out of the cave we had exited. They began to charge. They crashed on us like the ocean, but we were cutting them even easier than water. Head after head rolled onto the ground. Goblin bodies fell upon our swords and axes, now stripped of limbs. They were no match for us, and it felt good to realize that everything the apartment had thrown us was now dead at our feet. The goblins soon realized this, and retreated back into their cave.
The blood glistening off the snow was a marvelous sight indeed. But I was at no point ready to take a break and absorb the pleasant sight. No. We must go up the mountain. We only had one problem. All of our clothes were torn, and warmth from them was non existent. I brought this problem to the groups attention, and like that all of our spirits were dampened just a bit more. Except one. Mitri promptly took up his stone sword and hacked off some of his chest hair. Before it hit the ground, it grew back again with the same thickness as though he had never touched it. "We will make clothes" Mitri told the group. It seemed he was so hairy, that I had thought that whatever fur he was wearing was a wolf pelt before, but it all seemed to be his own. It was either make clothes, or freeze. We each took clumps of his hair and fashioned them into long pants, long shirts, hats, and even shoes. It even stopped Nate's extreme BO that had caused us to tear up the whole way here. It smelled like something had eaten a whole bunch of onions right before it had died on him, rotted, and had enough life to come back and fart.
It seemed like hope was showing through on this journey. We started up the mountain, and we all thought that this would finally be over. But even before we could start a pace, we faced a high wall of stone. We had to climb it for any more progress. Just like that Nate stepped forward. "I got this" he told us. He jumped as high as he could, and forcefully jabbed his pointy chin into the ice. Of course! His chin was so bony and pointed that it acted as a type of ice pick. "Climb up one at a time!" he yelled down. So we did, and like that we were back on track again.
Up into the sky the mountain stretched. It seemed as though we had a few days hike in store for us, but that was no matter. No more running, no more hiding. Whatever this place is, or has in store for us, we will meet it with sword in hand. We can beat this place at its own game. We will out live my apartment, or die by its hand.
Casey was gifted with a nose so big and powerful, that he could make a dog look like Voldemort. So onward we tread, deeper into the heart of the mountain where Casey was leading us. As we started to descend into the mountain, just like that we were outside staring up a path that seemed like it went all the way to the peak. We were just about to start walking when all of the sudden Casey stopped us. "Goblins" he mumbled as he raised his bow. We all stood in a circle with our backs to the middle. Sure enough not even one minute later we began to see them swarm out of the cave we had exited. They began to charge. They crashed on us like the ocean, but we were cutting them even easier than water. Head after head rolled onto the ground. Goblin bodies fell upon our swords and axes, now stripped of limbs. They were no match for us, and it felt good to realize that everything the apartment had thrown us was now dead at our feet. The goblins soon realized this, and retreated back into their cave.
The blood glistening off the snow was a marvelous sight indeed. But I was at no point ready to take a break and absorb the pleasant sight. No. We must go up the mountain. We only had one problem. All of our clothes were torn, and warmth from them was non existent. I brought this problem to the groups attention, and like that all of our spirits were dampened just a bit more. Except one. Mitri promptly took up his stone sword and hacked off some of his chest hair. Before it hit the ground, it grew back again with the same thickness as though he had never touched it. "We will make clothes" Mitri told the group. It seemed he was so hairy, that I had thought that whatever fur he was wearing was a wolf pelt before, but it all seemed to be his own. It was either make clothes, or freeze. We each took clumps of his hair and fashioned them into long pants, long shirts, hats, and even shoes. It even stopped Nate's extreme BO that had caused us to tear up the whole way here. It smelled like something had eaten a whole bunch of onions right before it had died on him, rotted, and had enough life to come back and fart.
It seemed like hope was showing through on this journey. We started up the mountain, and we all thought that this would finally be over. But even before we could start a pace, we faced a high wall of stone. We had to climb it for any more progress. Just like that Nate stepped forward. "I got this" he told us. He jumped as high as he could, and forcefully jabbed his pointy chin into the ice. Of course! His chin was so bony and pointed that it acted as a type of ice pick. "Climb up one at a time!" he yelled down. So we did, and like that we were back on track again.
Up into the sky the mountain stretched. It seemed as though we had a few days hike in store for us, but that was no matter. No more running, no more hiding. Whatever this place is, or has in store for us, we will meet it with sword in hand. We can beat this place at its own game. We will out live my apartment, or die by its hand.
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