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Dread Pirate Robert's Story of Him Fighting Orcs One time when I was a young lad, ‘bout 16 or 17, I went where no other man has set their fine boots in before and survived.
I went to an Orcs only pub, where they had the most delicious beer and wine any mortal will taste.
But I also heard that if any one sets foot in their bar, it will be a death sentence to them by the orcs.
That was when I faced the odds.
One day while I docked my ship in a mysterious village, I wanted to find a bar and have a drink.
But I did not realize it before I entered.
“Hey guys,” I smiled, unafraid, as I walked the asle of tables where the orcs sat.
They glared at me with dark, sunken eyes, with their yellow teeth gritting hard like a hammer hitting against a sword, and their large green dirty fingers tightly grasping their knives.
I only pretended to know nothing of what was happening.
I sat down at the counter, ordered a drink from a wooden cup with medal rings aro
The Last Human Saga: The Stranger in the Bedroom It was the year 1806, when I was just a young girl.
I recall a dream, or perhaps a real life bad memory, that I have awaken in an empty room.
I sat on my bed, observing the room.
The smell was very unbearable, like a rotting corpse.
I slouched soundlessly back into my bed and rasped a soft creaking sound as I rest my head on my pillow.
Soon as I tucked my arms under the covers, I felt something wet and sticky, and very cold to the touch.
I lifted my blanket to see what I felt, but to my horror, it revealed to be bloodstains.
In the side of the bed, the blood was old and brown.
Curious, I peered to the floor and discovered more bloodstains leading under the bed.
Suddenly, I felt something crawl onto my ankle.
Chills filled my veins and my spine as I stood still for that brief moment.
I slowly turned my head and to my surprise, it was a big bug, about two inches long.
It had a green complexion and two light gre
Chapter 7: Fighting For The Wrong Reasons
Chapter 7: Fighting for the Wrong Reasons
The voice belonged to Catty Purr, holding her grasp on her scythe.
"Catty Purr...we meet again..." Miranda narrowed her eyes at the neko as she drew her sword.
"It's been awhile since I've seen you, princess." Catty chuckled, followed by a smirk.
Miranda and the others stood their ground.
"Let me ask you something, Catty."
"Ask away," Catty smirked once again.
"What gives you the right to take control of this town and hurt innocent people?"
Catty shook her head, "I only control this part of the town while Count Thanatos controls the part you just walked out of."
Before she can open her eyes, Miranda's sword was pointing towards her neck, "Don't you dare speak of that name in my presence!" Miranda's eyes were narrowed to the point where she was about to snap.
"Uh...Miranda..." Glen uttered as he pointed at the roof of a building.
The princess looked up at the roof, only to find ca
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