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[ggamer]

"I never thought this would happen."

"why?"

"I'm sitting here, in one of the abandoned corridors of bentmirrors, the great fortress."

"shit, my leg hurts..."

"I guess I should start thinking back now. Back to the good days, before... It happened."

"though I may not get the chance."


As young oliver sat in the hallway, bleeding from his leg, he began to recount his tale to himself. This wasn't as much of a tale to tel for the ages, but more of a tale to help him remember. Remember the old days. Remember the good time. Remember the wars, remember the death, remember the downfall...

remember bentmirror.

[ggamer]

Oliver began to think. Hard. Searching the recesses of his mind, he tried to find the beginning. Where did it all start? wait, there was something! yes the day he joined up with the cara-

"HOLY CRAP, GOBLINS!"

Oliver hated when his subconscious was smarter than he was. His thoughts began to bleed into reality, as he saw the mountainhomes of the past world. So, Oliver was starting as far back as he could go...

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Oliver really didn't want this right now.

His whole day had been going fine, He was perusing the clothdwarf's shop, looking for some more pigtail fiber, when he heard the scream.

"GOOOOBBBLLLIIIINNNNSSSS!"

Oliver's first instinct, of course, was to go check on the traps in the front of the fortress. however, he soon found that the doors leading to the outside had been locked. well bugger, how was he supposed to-

"YOU!"

Oliver's mind began to race as he heard that voice.

"OLIVER!"

Fuck.

"OLIVER!" Jobias screamed, as he ran down the tunnel. "OLIVER, WE NEED YOU!"

"for the love of ARMOK, NOT RIGHT NOW!"

Jobias arrived at the front door, hastily dressed in chain mail, wielding a pig iron sword.

Jobias was a good friend to Oliver. They had known each other since they were young, bearded babies. Jobias, of course, was the actiony one. He always laughed when he heard he horror stories of the great kobold heist, or of oilfurnace.

And of course, whenever he needed the slightest bit of help, he came screaming for Oliver.

"Jobias," began Oliver, "I don't even have a weapon. Nor do I have the training to use a weapon. Nor have I ever even SEEN a weapon. What makes you think drafting me to the militia would be a good idea?"

As if to answer Oliver's question, one of the woman militia began using her baby as a sheild. Soon thereafter, she threw the baby several feet, smashing a goblin's head in, at the cost of the young child.

"fine. wheres the armory?"

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several minutes later, Oliver was waddling around in Pig Iron armor. Pig iron, that's all you could find around there. we were running out of booze, but hey, we have assloads of Pig Iron. The absurdity of Oliver's load out didn't even phase Jobias however.

"you look great!" exclaimed Jobias, "Now take this spear, and lets go kill things!"

looking back, Oliver wished it were harder to join the militia. And yet all it takes to join the pestering helms is a weapon and consciousness. The pair ran to the barracks, awaiting orders from the gruff, lazy captain.

"You two, support A squad, go."

Jobias nearly burned a trail in the ground as he ran. Oliver started jogging to catch up. However, He didn't have to jog much longer...

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Okay. I am almost satisfied with it so far, but I could use some feedback. If anyone here knos how to write stories, I could really use some help.