By the Festering Forelock of Nicademus...I win.
As the representative of Shandar Collirium's Wickedly Awesome Chocolate Emporium, I must insist that I take the WIN.
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Mitt pushed the button for the elevator door. It opened.
Now, what you have to realize is the elevator shaft that connects
this office with the ground in the city of Flint is only imaginary.
This is advanced engineering stuff, and you white people with barely
basic educations cannot understand it. So, I won't even try to explain.
As far as you are able to understand, it is magic. A magic
elevator ride. Hurray.
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The dreams of youth are the regrets of maturity.
Quoted for truth.
Why did you press the 'down' button, then?
No need to ride I am already up here with the winners from other forums.
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Three ants circled on the pavement near the wizard Sheen's feet.
They seemed not to be concerned with the events about to unfold
in this world.
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You may not inspect that which you do not have.
Not country proverb nor king's command could keep me from the win today!
Black as midnight, black as pitch; blacker than the foulest witch! That's how black it will be in your world when you realize I'm winning.
VS AC 7, I manage to snipe the win away from someone.
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Zrrr Psnash. Mitt and wife 3 waited for the elevator doors
to open.
Wife 3 did the one arm up & down thrust thing to load a shell
in her shot gun's firing chamber.
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My name is not jack either, so I win!
Your Jack and blackjack are trumped by my Ace of Clubs.
Then I suddenly pull out a satalite laser, shoots
Make a Reflex Save! DC 50!
... Oh crap I destroyed the win along with everyone else.
OOPS you dropped it in front of me, MINE all MINE!!
or Mage hands. I could steal win all day!
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Wife 3 cupped the hard steel of her friend. She waited
for her husband Mitt to step out first, as he always did,
and giggled as an adrenaline surge tickle her lower stomach.
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"Now press the butt of the gun firmly to your shoulder," said Amy's
mother. "Be ready to roll with the recoil, and don't let it unbalance you."
"Yes, Mom. I know Mom," Amy said rolling her eyes.
A clay pigeon ratcheted out of the heavy spring throwing arm. Amy watched
it rise into the sky and in her minds eye traced its arcing path forward.
Without thinking now, she gently exhaled and yawed the barrel of her
shot gun in a smooth motion. The front aiming pip, fastened on top
of the front barrel, moved gracefully just beneath the arcing pigeon.
Squeeze. BAM!
She loved rolling with the recoil. She was too young yet to understand
the thrust of a lover's body, but instinctively she craved that kick.
"Nice shot, honey!"
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You are correct Gran, you don't.
You didn't misspell, you just missed. I win.
Well I just ruined your aim gran, because I just hit the win.
Maybe you shouldn't I'm still holding the win. Fire now, and I assure you I will move the win in front of the line of fire.
You mean the win I'm holding over here Marthian?