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Cartwauling
Topic Started: Jun 2 2009, 12:44 AM (50 Views)
Garrik the Younger	Jun 2 2009, 12:44 AM Post #1
Advanced Member Posts: 169 Group: Members Member #28 Joined: March 29, 2007	"Harrumph! The nerve of that man. How dare he have the sheer gall to turn down such a magnificent creation." Garrik fumed as he stalked down the crowded street. He'd made the ultimate sacrifice requested of all great warriors. He'd beaten his sword into a plowshare. Or rather a Saxophone which hadn't received a stellar review at the instrument dealership. Sounds like strangling a cat! I ought to strangle him! That cretin, that troglodyte obviously doesn't understand the finer portions of grand craftsmanship. While his girth had not been accented his large figure still plowed its way through the myriad of omnipresent revelers. Approaching a park he groaned as the whole area was brimming with people. Now determined he strode his way to the center of the square and raised the mangled and dented contraption to his lips as he issued forth a blob of horrid sound that betrayed no finery of voice or vehicle. A smirk punctured through his frown as he took his place among one of the many recently abandoned benches.



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