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A Larper's taleThe last thing I remember is that bloody necro pointing at me while invocating his spell. A shot of unholy energy, and then darkness ..
Suddenly I feel a surge of light running through my veins, I feel two hands on my back, and I hear a prayer to Mirtis, Goddess of death. A hellish pain consumes me, I vomit blood, and suddenly all my senses scream. I am alive again. I get up, turn a glimpse back and see a dark clad woman behind me; she smiles and gives me her blessing. Then I turn around and see the man responsible for the unliving crap we find ourselves in. I charge straight through the undead surrounding me, shattering them with my sword left and right. Then its over
The priest of Asurastay reaches for his chest, and sees the sword sticking out from a place where its not supposed to be. He staggers, and then he collapses, dead, taking his abominations with him.
I pull the sword from underneath my buddys armpit. He turns around and lau
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[[Starting up game]]
--> Jiskai Chronicles Multiplayer v 1.3.00.1
>> Dartyk is hosting the server
>> Black Delta Squad connected
> Dartyk joined blue team (snpr)
> Ranger joined blue team (snpr)
> Scorch Idachi joined blue team (engnr)
> L30N joined blue team (melee)
> Tech-Monkey joined blue team (tech)
> I can haz pillz joined blue team (medic)
>> Opponent connected: Red Delta
// Dartyk: hey yuki, ready to do this?
// ICU: Yer goin down man
// Ranger: hey greg, I didnt knw you played this game
// ICU: anytime man, anytime to whoop yer ass
// Yukitomi: were ready when you are Dart
// Dartyk: right
// J3NK1N5: w00t red delta
// Swordplay: Shut up, Leeroy
Teamchat (Black delta):
// Dartyk: Wave, Jenna, remember what I told you about your names?
// Tech-Monkey: aww, everyone knows who I am
// I can haz pillz: same here, whats the biggie?
// Dartyk: oh, allright then, everyone knows the strats?
// L30N: I mash everything in sight?
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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