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[Raneman]

A human caravan was traveling between towns when a strange dwarf leaps aboard. "I am Urist McReeves! I am a Royal Guard! There is magma under this Caravan!" Gasps. "If you go under 8 miles per hour, a booze barrel will drop into the magma!" More gasps. A young man stands up and points a crossbow at Urist's Head, Urist does the same to him. During the following negotiation, a wrestler comes up behind the man and causes him to fire the crossbow. The man driving the horses is struck in the lower back.

To be continued.

EDIT: CRAP, THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE STORIES SECTION!

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So move it.  You can do that yourself.