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The Adventures of Sir Fredrick

Started by LT Sandpaw, February 22, 2016, 08:04:02 PM

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Lord Daskar

The coldest winter on record. The strong winds, carrying a ton, as in 2000 pounds, and snow blew away the feathers and replaced them with snow.
When work gets overwhelming, remember that you are going to die. -A Coffee Cup

Be silent, or let thy words be more than silence.

Cheerful
Main Entry:   cheer·ful
Function: Adjective.
1 a : full of good spirits <a cheerful outlook> <cheerful obedience>

Ares saves not the brave man but the coward.

Delthion

Thankfully, the snow was very warm and actually contained perfectly good steak, so Sir Fredrick was provided with food and water for the rest of the winter.
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

James Gryphon

The snow was so warm that all of it began to melt, and Fredrick began to drown. Snadpwa was standing there, laughing at Fredrick's plight.
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Lord Daskar

Fredrick began bawling instead of trying to save himself when he saw Snadpwa, he had thought he was rid of him for sure.
When work gets overwhelming, remember that you are going to die. -A Coffee Cup

Be silent, or let thy words be more than silence.

Cheerful
Main Entry:   cheer·ful
Function: Adjective.
1 a : full of good spirits <a cheerful outlook> <cheerful obedience>

Ares saves not the brave man but the coward.

James Gryphon

This was pretty clueless on his part, since it had just been a few minutes since Snadpwa had dropped feathers on him.
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Delthion

Thankfully, Sir Fredrick killed Snadpwa with a single blow, and continued on his way.
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

James Gryphon

It was hard going, though, what with his body being stuck in a big block of cement, and both a leg and an ankle broken from his encounter.
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Delthion

Thankfully, he ran into Stephen Maturin, who healed him completely.
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

James Gryphon

He didn't, however, do anything to help Fredrick out of the cement, so he was still stuck.
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Delthion

So Sir Fredrick grabbed a pick-axe and chopped up the cement block.
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

James Gryphon

Unfortunately, though, he hit it so hard while he was doing so that the axehead flew off, and hit him in the head, refracturing his skull.
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Delthion

Thankfully Stephen Maturin was still on hand and patched him up nicely.
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

James Gryphon

However, Fredrick fixed his axe up with duct tape, and then kept doing the same thing he had been doing before. This time, the axehead flew off and flew into Stephen Maturin's head, killing him instantly.
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Delthion

Sir Fredrick shrugged, and prospered.
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

James Gryphon

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Stephen Maturin's daughter, however, ran over, seeking to avenge her father, who had died solely due to Fredrick's stupidity.
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