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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Apr 17, 2007 20:33:10 GMT -5
OOG: Mace lost. Mace is done. Kaput. Zeroed. KOed.
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Post by Mace Parshath on Apr 17, 2007 22:32:11 GMT -5
(Ah...)
Mace lies on the ground, groaning, trying to regain his senses. When he can speak again, he asks, "Dude...what was the point of this fight...? I'm just getting my ass kicked, though getting my butt handed to me in under a minute does open my eyes a bit to the very real danger of Itek."
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Apr 17, 2007 22:33:57 GMT -5
"Exactly."
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Post by Mace Parshath on Apr 17, 2007 23:28:31 GMT -5
Mace sits up, wishing he had a few alcoholic healing tnoics nearby. "Alright, so, can you help me any? I'm not exactly sure now how to go on with training if that's how things will be, me just getting my ass handed to me with a side of linear equations."
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Apr 18, 2007 1:01:16 GMT -5
"Defeat is the combat equivalent of having your assumptions challenged: It causes growth."
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Post by Mace Parshath on Apr 18, 2007 20:13:06 GMT -5
Mace stands up, nods, bows, then turns and leaves. Before he leaves the area though, he looks over at Tyrant. "Thanks," he says, then leaves to go find somewhere quiet to just sit and think.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Apr 19, 2007 4:24:09 GMT -5
What is he pondering on? And are these thoughts more public or private? (If private, just say "private" and we'll PM play it.)
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Post by Mace Parshath on Apr 19, 2007 12:56:14 GMT -5
Private.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Apr 19, 2007 13:22:02 GMT -5
Don't see why ANY of those thoughts are private...
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