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![]() As a general rule of thumb, the hotter the chick, the more badass she is. (At least in fantasy/sci-fi settings) A group of goblin thieves were attempting to steal from a wealthy aristocrat's vault, guarded by Tim, the young, new recruit; Ashley, the attractive, skilled half-elf; and Jerry, the kind, old ex-merc who was a week from retirement. The guards quickly put down the attacking goblins, but not before Jerry takes an exploding ball of fire to the face. And the moral is? ![]()
![]() If it ain't broke, don't fix it. Emma was a junior in high-school. She was a very intelligent student who always took the most difficult classes available to her, and who not only participated in band, choir, and drama club, but who took it upon herself to help save the fine arts programs when the school was facing budget cuts. Throughout the year, she worked and worked, studied and studied, pulling all-nighters to make sure all of her work was done to it's best. Now, she was never the most popular girl, and her constant devotion to school made maintaining what social live she did have nearly impossible. Despite her constant devotion and diligence, her classes kept getting harder and her nights kept getting longer. Her Christmas break, which one might think of as a time to rest and recuperate, ended up being spent completing a massive group project that her partners chose to ignore. She grew weary, and concentrating in classes became very difficult; she would sometimes even fall asleep. Her grades began slipping, and she quit band. Her parents, who had always expected her to preform at the highest possible level, became frustrated at her lessened performance, and would often yell at her when she brought back a poor report card. She became angry and irritable, lashing out at her teachers and parents, and one day, refused to go to school at all. Her father, furious, hit her, knocking her to the ground. She quickly scrambled to her room, locked the door, and did not speak to her family for the rest of the evening. That night, the entire neighborhood woke to the sound of a gunshot. Emma was found dead on her bathroom floor, her father's Colt in her right hand, and a bullet in her head. And the moral is? (Sorry about how morbid this one is. It is the rough transcript, pulled from my memory, of a story I wrote a couple years ago for a professor that I thought was just a bit too upbeat, and I was wondering what kind of moral you guys could pull out of it.) ![]()
![]() don't stab, slash, it is more effective against flesh. Ray the cleric, Vav the incompetent mage, and Jack the paladin were lost in the middle of the woods. Vav trips on a root and accidentally mutters an incantation along with his stream of swears, causing everyone to spontaneously combust. And the moral is? ![]()
![]() this wasn't my death, it was a death that I caused but:
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