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It was a dark and stormy night.
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Heathansson found himself making useless threads throughout.
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But there was evil afoot the messageboards,
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stalking werewolves frightening subscribers wearing nothing but
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a "modestly" placed Rod of Lordly Might.
(Edit: unless the subject is plural, in which case `some "modestly" placed Rods of Lordly Might.`)
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Shockingly, the stalkers revealed themselves by suddenly
(Edit: when in doubt, more is more, so our subject is plural)
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rolling intiative without waiting for anyone else.
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Instantly, their Rods changed into flaming longswords +1
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a most cacophanous chorus of the damned
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anyone had ever heard then started singing
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"Total Eclipse of the Heart" to induce
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crazed hobbo sex at the local Tacohell
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...which lasted well into the next evening.
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The rain fell, and the thunder clapped
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as nature desperately tried to drown out
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the dreadful banshee-wail of Bonnie Tyler tunes
(Were the werewolves or the subscribers wearing the aforementioned rods?)
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. Alas, it was unsuccesful, as the hellish
(It must be the werewolves - not even deranged werewolves would be silly enough to stalk anyone that wears a Rod of lordly might)
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sound like horribly dying krenshars wailed on
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by berserk wolverines in a bagpipe factory
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mercilessly tore the weeping night itself asunder.
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Again and again the Thunderer cast Mjolnir
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against clouds of hollow steel, booming louder
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as clouds marched so marched the Einherjar,
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hair braided with ceremonial battle plaits, weapons
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drawn and sharp at Jotunheim's gates marching
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across the Bifrost bridge to wage war
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at twilight of the gods last gleaming
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star before it burst into a thousand
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sunbursts bright enough to blind all who
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looked upon it. In the end, nobody
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saw it until the thing was upon
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them, and then it was too late;
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Bonnie Tyler had taken over the world
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, enslaving all mortals in her attempt to
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revive her career. Her attempt would ultimately
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cause massive outbreaks of cannibalism, mayhem, rioting,
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and the timely demise of Bonnie Tyler.
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This prophetic foretelling greatly relieved everyone, as
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the evil Lich Queen of the 80's
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was responsible for much self-mutilation and apocalyptic
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cult activities, all of which had been
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blamed on metal bands such as W.A.S.P.,
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and Michael Jackson. The authorities investigating the
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incident were holding out for a hero.
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Wait, what are the rules of this
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Hey!?!?! Why did my last message get
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Ah. I see. I guess I'm ruining
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Never mind. Carry on. I am done.
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Not just any hero, mind you, but
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one that was fresh from the fight;
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