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10-05-2017, 11:40 PM
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Norse God
Join Date: May 2015
Posts: 221
Battle Record: 5-6
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Beside a trickling stream, I walked and wondered,
wandering off, my course with rocks asunder the rolling rumble of distant thunder, I twist and stumble as I stop encumbered a pack on my back carrying food and supplies, fruits into slices and a sandwich for lunch each footfall with fervor, each lands with a crunch a hike through the mountains, such a beautiful sight the night is surrounding, must make use of the light my boots are in flight as I leap atop rocks down to the lakeside, and my seat on the docks... The sunset brilliant blood orange o'er distant hills pop the top of my bottle, tipped to the glass until my pilsner spills froth pouring out, a beer to relax my pole in the water, filled with cheer as I bask a clear night, not a cloud around crickets chirping soft, surrounded with sound I tilt the rod, lowered down to the ground and brace for the tug, a fish is bound to come out... Eyes heavy, my time to relax Surprised with a bite, barely in time to react the line almost snaps, but stays steady slowly pulling the reel, already tasting the breading imagining the grill, and the gravy I'll be spreading... A hard whip, this sucker's tough! clutching sharp with my grip, my thumb spinning up finally approaching, incoming my triumph, I can feel the fish closing, stomach rumbling with violence with a splash, the fish breaches the surface and lands at my feet, I see what I'd emerged with... A boot. God damnit.
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