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Making Your Monday Better with a Story

In October of 2009, when the forums relaunched, Seth (aka Durbs) and I jokingly started writing a little short-story of sorts. It's more like part of a saga that you walked in on someone reading aloud, but here it is. We wrote alternating paragraphs, starting with I, then Seth, then I, etc., on the forums. Here it is, unedited, in original context, after the jump.

"... as the legend rose from the ground, he leaned on his sword to stabilize himself. He then raised his mighty sword and swung it through 9 of the approaching warriors. 'My name is Ukkonen,' he said."

He then swung his sword up to rest on his shoulder while he aggressively kicked the mangled corpses aside to make a clear path to the remaining victims of his wrath.

"He walked, straight and tall, towards the oncoming army of expert warriors. He bent down, sheathed his sword, and picked up a massive branch of a tree. Raising it high with both arms, he sent it flying towards the army, crushing easily half the men. Those that survived quickly dispersed into a wide line, meaning to take him from all sides. He unsheathed his sword."

He studied the men very carefully, all of them had tiny beads of sweat emerging from the pours on their forehead. He smirked to himself, 'so they know they can't win.' he thought, still smirking, 'yet they still try, very brave.' He gave a loud booming laugh before throwing the sword high into the air and catching it easily in his right hand. He then grasped his left hand around the hilt of the sword and began to spin in circles. His sword cut easily through the flesh and bones of his opponents.

Many of the remaining soldiers fled, but the veterans of war knew the cowards would be slowly killed by the Emperor's Barons. He slowed his blade, knowing the remaining soldiers were skilled, though ragged. The soldiers stopped as one. Each one with a mental link to the other. Suddenly they rushed. As one they would feint, back off, then rush forward, in a complicated pattern of assaults. He'd seen it all before, and it saddened him he'd have to kill such fine warriors. He raised his sword and brought it around faster than they could think, cleaving two in half. Their pattern saved most of them. They took out throwing knives, and many of the soldiers let the projectiles fly, while the rest rushed forward immediately after. But with inhuman speed he'd ducked - the knives stuck in the soldiers opposite the knife throwers. Now it was only five on one.

He was starting to get bored, he stood straight up and threw away his sword it landed with a clatter 10 feet away from where he stood. The soldiers stood frozen with confusion and had seemed to have lost track of what they had been trying to accomplish. He cracked his knuckles and eyed the soldier closest to him with intense hatred. The soldier took two timid steps back before the man sprang upon him. The force of the knockdown broke all of the soldiers ribs, desperate to say alive the soldier swung his arms wildly trying to punch the mans face. The man evaded his fists with ease for quite sometime before growing tired of the new game and catching the soldiers fist and tearing his arm right off his body. The soldier let out a blood curdling scream as blood showered the area.

Realizing the brutality of what he'd just done, he stood up, retrieved his sword and walked away. The soldiers, still confused, thought to follow him. He spoke in a deep, clear voice, "Any man who walks behind me is a coward, and has no right to live. Any man who walks beside me has my respect as a brave soldier, and may live for as long as he wishes, the gods providing." He continued walking. Three soldiers ran up to either side of him, wondering where his chivalry came and went to, and whether or not walking beside him was acceptable. They then remembered the Emperor's cruel barracks, and decided Ukkonen's side was better than a grave's bottom. They walked for several hundred yards before he asked for a soldier's bow. The soldier gave it to him, with and arrow, puzzled. He quickly turned around, notched and shot the arrow at the following soldier, trudging two hundred yards behind. He was hit square in the chest, between two armor plates, never suspecting he was seen.

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