It's true. . . It's a trap. An unescapable trap. You did this to us! Phone books we can live without.
Gee, that's too bad. I'm sorry. :/
Yes….yes I did….… *stuffs a few into a napsack so I'll have them handy later*
Yea, thanks. 3: I just keep moving and looking forward. :3
You're a monster -- and yet, all writers do this. . . so in that case, we're all monsters. . . Good thinking. You never know when you need a phone book to rip up or hit someone over the head with.
As Joy faces off her opponent, he gradually drives her several feet away from Temptation and toward the side of the street, where an open blacksmith shops stands, abandoned in the chaos ensuing upon the street. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees the embers of the stove where the blacksmith had been working, still hot and blazing. A wild plan forming in her head, she suddenly drops back and ducks into the shop. Her opponent voices a snarl of satisfaction, realizing she's only trapped herself. He chuckles and comes after her, brandishing his sword. "You're not getting away that easily, girly." Joy hops over the counter where several tools lay scattered, immediately whirling around and facing the hook-nosed man. He sneers at her from across the counter. She jumps back when he slashes his sword wildly at her. Her heart pounds in her ears like a rapidly-beaten drum. He gets so close, she feels the very tip of the sword slice within centimeters of her nose. Desperately, she slashes her short sword at him, but he dodges her wild swings with ease. "You're going to have to try harder than that if you wanna--!" Joy knocks her sword suddenly into his at the base, using one hand to wield her weapon while using the other to lean forward, grab one of the tools sitting on the counter, and throw it at the man's face. "OW!" He howls and staggers back a pace. "What the--?" Joy snatches a hot iron rod from the oven, grabbing it by its wooden handle. She whips it around and smacks it into the blade of the opposing sword. She shoves the rod into one of the notches etched into the sword's blade at the base, and rapidly saws at it. The blazing heat, making the metal glow bright red still, begins to melt at the iron. "Hey, knock it off!" The man yanks the sword away and swipes at her again. She ducks down, dodging the blow by a hair. Her adversary glares down at the base of his blade in disgust, seeing the large cut left by the hot iron. "Ohhh, you're going to pay for that." "You paid for it yourself, not taking care of your sword properly," Joy replies with a small smirk. He curses and lunges for her.
*gets that feeling like maybe this hints of PotC* Heh, get im Joy!! Don't stop till they're all mouth bald! XD
Yes….yes I did….… *stuffs a few into a napsack so I'll have them handy later*
Yea, thanks. 3: I just keep moving and looking forward. :3
You're a monster -- and yet, all writers do this. . . so in that case, we're all monsters. . . Good thinking. You never know when you need a phone book to rip up or hit someone over the head with.
You go, girl. :3
Monsters of a different ilk. The kind of monster that people do want around. It's perfect! Self defense, anger management, and information all in one!!
As Joy faces off her opponent, he gradually drives her several feet away from Temptation and toward the side of the street, where an open blacksmith shops stands, abandoned in the chaos ensuing upon the street. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees the embers of the stove where the blacksmith had been working, still hot and blazing. A wild plan forming in her head, she suddenly drops back and ducks into the shop. Her opponent voices a snarl of satisfaction, realizing she's only trapped herself. He chuckles and comes after her, brandishing his sword. "You're not getting away that easily, girly." Joy hops over the counter where several tools lay scattered, immediately whirling around and facing the hook-nosed man. He sneers at her from across the counter. She jumps back when he slashes his sword wildly at her. Her heart pounds in her ears like a rapidly-beaten drum. He gets so close, she feels the very tip of the sword slice within centimeters of her nose. Desperately, she slashes her short sword at him, but he dodges her wild swings with ease. "You're going to have to try harder than that if you wanna--!" Joy knocks her sword suddenly into his at the base, using one hand to wield her weapon while using the other to lean forward, grab one of the tools sitting on the counter, and throw it at the man's face. "OW!" He howls and staggers back a pace. "What the--?" Joy snatches a hot iron rod from the oven, grabbing it by its wooden handle. She whips it around and smacks it into the blade of the opposing sword. She shoves the rod into one of the notches etched into the sword's blade at the base, and rapidly saws at it. The blazing heat, making the metal glow bright red still, begins to melt at the iron. "Hey, knock it off!" The man yanks the sword away and swipes at her again. She ducks down, dodging the blow by a hair. Her adversary glares down at the base of his blade in disgust, seeing the large cut left by the hot iron. "Ohhh, you're going to pay for that." "You paid for it yourself, not taking care of your sword properly," Joy replies with a small smirk. He curses and lunges for her.
*gets that feeling like maybe this hints of PotC* Heh, get im Joy!! Don't stop till they're all mouth bald! XD
*wasn't thinking of PotC but now that you mention it. . . * XD DOWN WITH BEARDS!!
You're a monster -- and yet, all writers do this. . . so in that case, we're all monsters. . . Good thinking. You never know when you need a phone book to rip up or hit someone over the head with.
You go, girl. :3
Monsters of a different ilk. The kind of monster that people do want around. It's perfect! Self defense, anger management, and information all in one!!
*puts down head and bull charges forward*
Wonderfully said. O3O Who says phone books are dead?? XD
Monsters of a different ilk. The kind of monster that people do want around. It's perfect! Self defense, anger management, and information all in one!!
*puts down head and bull charges forward*
Wonderfully said. O3O Who says phone books are dead?? XD
*scrambles out of the way* You go, but not at ME!
Why thank you…..I think my face is stuck like this…. *crowd roars in approval and shakes the ground*
Phone books we can live without. ![[lenny]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/7elNEqtPK2hcSAiIMFNh.png)
*stuffs a few into a napsack so I'll have them handy later* 
Good thinking. You never know when you need a phone book to rip up or hit someone over the head with. 
Don't stop till they're all mouth bald! XD
" -Epic 
Hopefullysoon! 
Hopefullysoon! 