Post by Slug on Oct 18, 2010 20:33:11 GMT -5
Slug awoke from his slumber, rolling to his right side and climbing to his feet. The left arm he had to regenerate yesterday due to the hunter’s shotgun wound was adjusting nicely but ached like it had been lifting weights all night. To make matters worse, the sparring session with the much superior fighter Jeice had left Slug’s entire body in a dosage of pain that would render the average being bedridden. Slug stretched his arms out wide, exhaling a wide yawn as he prepared himself for the new day.
Slug began a simple set of push ups to get his juices flowing and wake himself up. One after another he pumped out push ups as his left arm continued to ache with a burning sensation. Obviously his newly regenerated arm was going to need some conditioning before his body would return to some level of normalcy. Testing the strength of his left arm, Slug tucked his right arm behind his back and began to bang out one armed push ups with in his weakened state. He dripped with sweat and grimaced in pain as each push up caused his arm to flicker with an aching pain. Pushing himself to the absolute limit, Slug continued his set of push ups until he could no longer go on. With his weaker arm already done he switched to one armed push ups with his right arm to even out his work out. Afterward, Slug sat into a crossed leg position as he caught his breath while surveying the pond area around him.
Slug had been out in the wilderness for a few days now and although the solitude was enlightening, the constant loneliness left him bored and without any type of live training opportunities. Slug lay back to the ground before he began an epic set of sit ups that strengthened his core. Moving on to the next stage, Slug grabbed a tree limb about 10 feet off the ground and began doing pull ups. Time after time he pulled his chin up and beyond the tree limb. Losing count after about thirty minutes, Slug only decided to stop when the tree limb snapped under the constant pressure of his workout. Laying on the ground, Slug looked up into the sky wondering what action to take next...
Deciding to go for a relaxing walk, Slug began treading down an old trail through the woods. He witnessed a lot of wild life and beautiful scenery as he walked but still found nothing that would be useful for training exercises. Walking down the trail, Slug eventually came to a large clearing and noticed an older man meditating in the field. Slug spied from a distance as the man stood up and began to slowly mimic fighting moves in a tai-chi like manner. The man's long gray beard swayed in the breeze as Slug studied his moves closely. Although the man looked very old and brittle, Slug had an awkward feeling that the man was actually quite lucid and strong. The man was paying no attention to his surroundings as he continued to go through his motions very carefully. Every one of Slug's instincts told him to walk away and leave the man be, yet something was attracting him to the focused old man.
Casually, Slug walked closer towards the man and as he approached him from the back the man suddenly spoke, "I didn't think you'd come over here to talk to me. Color me impressed." The man spoke softly as he continued his slow liberal motions without hesitation.
Slug was surprised by these words and replied, "Really... How did you see me, old man?"
The old man slowed his training motions and game to a stand still. "See you? Ho-ho, my dear boy. No, no, no. I am blind. My heightened senses tipped me off that someone was watching. What brings you to my lonely neck of the woods? I am hopeful that you are not here to cause any trouble. This is a peaceful place, I am a peaceful man who wants nothing but solitude from the troubles of civilization. Now tell me, what is your business my boy?"
"Blind, eh?" Slug smiley warmly, spit to the ground and wiped his mouth on his forearm. "Solitude is all I seek as well. I just want to be far from the cities where I can focus."
The old man smiled and replied, "I sense a lot of turmoil within you, mah boy. What troubles you?"
Slug responded back, "Heh. Let's just say I am just trying to stay out of anymore trouble. I am always playing the wrong guy who's in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'm seeking the being who is the source of my Earthly problems, but I fear my power is only but a fraction of him and the other powerful fighters on this planet. I will not rest until I find the answers to my questions."
The old man smiled again, taking in the information carefully before speaking back to Slug. "Yes, yes. I understand your qualms. Everyone has their own unique agenda and code of conduct. I have no reason to question your motives or alignment. You seem like you're not at peace with yourself..."
Slug, "Like I said old man, I will never be at peace until I get some answers to my questions."
Old Man, "Yes, of course. Well, what are your questions?"
Slug laughed playfully and responded, "Heh, I assure you that you do not have the answers to my questions."
Old Man, "Nay, perhaps not, my dear boy. Many answers come from within, it is only through self actualization that-"
Slug cut the old man's sentence off short as he was beginning to get frustrated. "My apologies, but I am not here for a philosophy lesson. You have no answers, and I certainly don't have the answers. I will seek these answers on my own and it is obvious to me now that you will be of no assistance. I will leave you to your daily activities."
The Old Man chuckled heftily and quickly rebutted, "You young ones are always so quick to come and go, make irrational decisions and never calculating before acting." Slug laughed at this, knowing that he was much older the man because of his race. However, Slug really had no self awareness of his own age and he listened patiently as the old man continued. "How can you be so sure that I cannot assist you?"
Slug, "Assist me? What do you mean? You can't supply me with information. I don't need any followers, you'd just slow me down. What can you possibly offer me within the lines of assisting?"
The man folded his hands behind his back and he turned his back on Slug and paced slowly away before stopping to speak. "Training, simply training. I may be old, but only a fool would write me off as a weak fighter. Training peers and sparring partners are scarce out in the wilderness... Now you say you will need training and power to face your enemies and collect answers. I can offer you a training session, free of charge."
Slug scoffed, trying hard not to laugh at the old man. "Really? You? A blind old man who barely looks like he can make it back home before he dies of a heart attack. What can you teach me? I'd wear you out in a second, old man."
The old man turned, gazing aimlessly in Slug's direction. "I may be old, but I was once one of the greatest fighters of my time.” The old man held his ground, almost defying Slug to make a move.
“Are you serious?” Slug replied, almost felt bad trying to spar with the man.
“…” The man said nothing, and with a lightning fast move he closed the distance between Slug and went for a high front kick. Startled by the attack, Slug attempted evasive action and arched his back backwards just enough to dodge the brunt of the kick as it grazed his cheek. Slug staggered back in sheer surprise as to what had just happened. Shocked and somewhat confused, Slug was deciding what to do next but had little time to react as the old man had come at him with another onslaught. Slug struggled to dodge and block each attack as the timeless wonder of a fighter continued his relentless assault on Slug. Slug’s body ached with each kick and punch he absorbed through blocking the old man. Rather than develop his own counterattack, Slug continued on the defensive as he was still a bit shell shocked by the overall ability of the old man. After what seemed like an eternity of attacks, the old man finally game to a grinding halt as he stopped a few feet away from Slug and lowered his defenses. Then, the old man spoke;
“Not bad. But you’re still young and strong, you should have no problem dodging blows from an old timer like me. However, you’re in luck. The best defense is a great offense… Now let me see what you have. Don’t hold back, you’d be surprised what an old lug like me is capable of…”
Slug nodded and broke down into a fighting stance. The old man stood motionless, as casual as if he were about to board the morning subway on a commute to work. Slug grinned at the cocky demeanor of the old man as Slug yelled into the air and rushed his opponent. Slug threw a combination of punches, followed by a kick, elbow, two more punches. Essentially trying to wear the old man out early Slug kept attacking non-stop. Dodge after dodge the Old Man evaded every single one of Slug’s attempts with condescending ease. Slug grew frustrated with his futile attempts and that frustration soon turned to rage as over five minutes had elapsed and Slug had yet to even graze the target. A high kick followed by a spinning sweep kick; both missed. He tried a combination of punches followed by a back spinning elbow; all of which were dodged and then ducked. A few more similar attempts ensued and all reaped similar results. Backing the man into the corner of a large boulder Slug continued his assault, yet each miss only landed Slug’s fists solidly into the rock. The old man ran up the side of the boulder with a jump, skip, and a leap which sent him flipping backwards of Slug landing on his feet in a crouched position. Slug’s eyes had followed the man and Slug turned his body accordingly to face his nifty foe.
“What gives old man? Are you some kind of ghost or hallucination? I haven’t even glanced a blow off you once.” Slug was hunched over breathing heavily as a solid ten minutes of chasing the old man around the field had resulted in zero hits.
The Old Man was cackling out loud, seeming as if he were yet to break a sweat. “Fighting is like chess, mah boy. You always have to think a two moves ahead. You’re a tough fighter. You would outweigh me in a physical power sense without an issue. In fact, at my age you might be ten times my power! However, I have fought many battles. You’re predictable. You’re calculating and chaining things together in a scientific like manner, ‘tipping your pitches’, is you will. If I had my sight again then you would be even more predictable!! Fight with emotion, let the instincts of your legs, arms, feet and fists do the thinking. The body is willing but the mind is weak. If you underestimate the intelligence and potential of your opponent then your scientific battle methods will ultimately fail, as you have seen today...”
“Hmm…” Slug reflected on the words, not truly understand what the old master had relayed. “You said a mouthful, but what I am gathering is simply think less. Are you some sort of telepathic mind reader?”
The old man laughed loud, so hard he had to collect himself before replying, “No, no my boy. Not I. Not like that. One might say I can read battle strategies and breakdown how a fighter operates and strategizes with great confidence. I am no mind reader, though it is rumored that those type of capabilities exist. However, what you inferred is within this same principle. Why don’t you pretend like I am a mind reader then, if that helps you understand.”
Slug nodded in approval, readying himself for an assault. “Don’t think…” he whispered to himself silently. “How the hell am I supp-“ and before he could finish the old man had began to rush Slug’s position.
The old man screamed, “I said don’t think!!” Rushing Slug the old master threw a punch which Slug deflected. The two danced backwards from Slug as the old man tested Slug with another onslaught. Slug was deflecting each and every blow with confidence as he simply reacted to the old man’s technique. Trying to act on reflex and instinct, Slug began to let his fists and feet make counter attacks to the old man’s attacks. Little by little the momentum shifted in Slug’s favor as he began overpowering the old man with the sheer number of punches and kicks being thrown at great speed and pinpoint accuracy. The old man was beginning to show his loss of stamina as his attacks became more desperate while his evasive techniques were barely dodging Slug’s moves. Finally, Slug had a breakthrough when he threw a wicked snapping side kick that the old master was unable to dodge and had to block to avoid a dead on hit. With the confidence of finally getting some contact, Slug’s entire demeanor had changed as he realized he was gaining the upper hand. By now they had been exchanging blows for going on ten minutes. Then, Slug broke through again as he forced the old master to block for a sixth, seventh, eighth in a row. The momentum shifted more as the frequency of dodges by the old man fell and the frequency of forced blocks by Slug was growing exponentially.
The old master was beginning to sweat a great deal as he was strictly blocking and deflecting Slug’s attacks. Without being able to dodge the onslaught the old man was forced to block, which he did amicably but he was feeling his strength slowly drain with each blow. Slug was no longer thinking as he was 100% in the fight zone leaving no time to think or calculate between any offensive or defensive maneuver. Out of nowhere Slug jumped, throwing a 540 back kick that landed solidly into the old man’s face. The old master slammed to the ground, yet popped back up to his feet almost instantaneously. Slug was immediately back on the onslaught and he attacked again. The old man dodged the first couple attacks but Slug had another breakthrough as a front elbow landed squarely on the old man’s chin. SLAM! Slug attacked again, wailing a bone crushing side kick to the side of the old man’s arm who took it mostly in the arm as he crumpled to the ground. Slug stood firmly at his downed opponent’s feet, hovering tall over the old man who was laying on the ground dazed.
Slug reached out to help the man up. Accepting his gesture, Slug began to pull the old man up who made a sudden move. The old man had reached around his back with his free hand, grabbed what seemed to be a small bean bag like object. As slug was pulling the old man up, the old man squeezed the object which exploded with loud crack. An odd powdery like discharge let loose into the air which looked like snow that was getting bigger, causing fuzziness and haziness in the vision. The loud crack had left Slug’s ears ringing as he grabbed them trying to block the sound as his vision faded to haze more and more. The next thing he knew, Slug had fallen to his knees. His vision was so blurred at this point he couldn’t see what was happening. He fell to his chest as his head lay to the ground and faded to sleep…
……….
Slug came to, and in a panic he touched his face and arms and reached all around checking to see if he was okay. Slug thought to himself, “How long have I been sleeping? What’s going on?” He seemed fine, there was no powder or snow on him. His ears seemed to be fine. There was no old man in sight. Had he dreamt it all? Looking around he saw the boulders where they had been sparring. The imprints of Slug’s fists were chiseled into the boulder he had cornered the old man against, confirming in Slug’s mind that it was not a dream. Baffled, Slug looked around for any signs of the old master, yet he found no clues. Slug lay himself down to rest as nightfall fell upon the Earth. As he faded off to sleep, thoughts wandered through his mind… “It couldn’t have been a dream. It definitely happened. My body aches like I was in a fight. I remember it too vividly to be a dream. I’m pretty sure it happened…Or has the solitude of the wilderness really gotten to me…?”
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This might be my best one yet. I wrote it at school today while I wasn't all baked.![8-)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/cool.png)
Slug began a simple set of push ups to get his juices flowing and wake himself up. One after another he pumped out push ups as his left arm continued to ache with a burning sensation. Obviously his newly regenerated arm was going to need some conditioning before his body would return to some level of normalcy. Testing the strength of his left arm, Slug tucked his right arm behind his back and began to bang out one armed push ups with in his weakened state. He dripped with sweat and grimaced in pain as each push up caused his arm to flicker with an aching pain. Pushing himself to the absolute limit, Slug continued his set of push ups until he could no longer go on. With his weaker arm already done he switched to one armed push ups with his right arm to even out his work out. Afterward, Slug sat into a crossed leg position as he caught his breath while surveying the pond area around him.
Slug had been out in the wilderness for a few days now and although the solitude was enlightening, the constant loneliness left him bored and without any type of live training opportunities. Slug lay back to the ground before he began an epic set of sit ups that strengthened his core. Moving on to the next stage, Slug grabbed a tree limb about 10 feet off the ground and began doing pull ups. Time after time he pulled his chin up and beyond the tree limb. Losing count after about thirty minutes, Slug only decided to stop when the tree limb snapped under the constant pressure of his workout. Laying on the ground, Slug looked up into the sky wondering what action to take next...
Deciding to go for a relaxing walk, Slug began treading down an old trail through the woods. He witnessed a lot of wild life and beautiful scenery as he walked but still found nothing that would be useful for training exercises. Walking down the trail, Slug eventually came to a large clearing and noticed an older man meditating in the field. Slug spied from a distance as the man stood up and began to slowly mimic fighting moves in a tai-chi like manner. The man's long gray beard swayed in the breeze as Slug studied his moves closely. Although the man looked very old and brittle, Slug had an awkward feeling that the man was actually quite lucid and strong. The man was paying no attention to his surroundings as he continued to go through his motions very carefully. Every one of Slug's instincts told him to walk away and leave the man be, yet something was attracting him to the focused old man.
Casually, Slug walked closer towards the man and as he approached him from the back the man suddenly spoke, "I didn't think you'd come over here to talk to me. Color me impressed." The man spoke softly as he continued his slow liberal motions without hesitation.
Slug was surprised by these words and replied, "Really... How did you see me, old man?"
The old man slowed his training motions and game to a stand still. "See you? Ho-ho, my dear boy. No, no, no. I am blind. My heightened senses tipped me off that someone was watching. What brings you to my lonely neck of the woods? I am hopeful that you are not here to cause any trouble. This is a peaceful place, I am a peaceful man who wants nothing but solitude from the troubles of civilization. Now tell me, what is your business my boy?"
"Blind, eh?" Slug smiley warmly, spit to the ground and wiped his mouth on his forearm. "Solitude is all I seek as well. I just want to be far from the cities where I can focus."
The old man smiled and replied, "I sense a lot of turmoil within you, mah boy. What troubles you?"
Slug responded back, "Heh. Let's just say I am just trying to stay out of anymore trouble. I am always playing the wrong guy who's in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'm seeking the being who is the source of my Earthly problems, but I fear my power is only but a fraction of him and the other powerful fighters on this planet. I will not rest until I find the answers to my questions."
The old man smiled again, taking in the information carefully before speaking back to Slug. "Yes, yes. I understand your qualms. Everyone has their own unique agenda and code of conduct. I have no reason to question your motives or alignment. You seem like you're not at peace with yourself..."
Slug, "Like I said old man, I will never be at peace until I get some answers to my questions."
Old Man, "Yes, of course. Well, what are your questions?"
Slug laughed playfully and responded, "Heh, I assure you that you do not have the answers to my questions."
Old Man, "Nay, perhaps not, my dear boy. Many answers come from within, it is only through self actualization that-"
Slug cut the old man's sentence off short as he was beginning to get frustrated. "My apologies, but I am not here for a philosophy lesson. You have no answers, and I certainly don't have the answers. I will seek these answers on my own and it is obvious to me now that you will be of no assistance. I will leave you to your daily activities."
The Old Man chuckled heftily and quickly rebutted, "You young ones are always so quick to come and go, make irrational decisions and never calculating before acting." Slug laughed at this, knowing that he was much older the man because of his race. However, Slug really had no self awareness of his own age and he listened patiently as the old man continued. "How can you be so sure that I cannot assist you?"
Slug, "Assist me? What do you mean? You can't supply me with information. I don't need any followers, you'd just slow me down. What can you possibly offer me within the lines of assisting?"
The man folded his hands behind his back and he turned his back on Slug and paced slowly away before stopping to speak. "Training, simply training. I may be old, but only a fool would write me off as a weak fighter. Training peers and sparring partners are scarce out in the wilderness... Now you say you will need training and power to face your enemies and collect answers. I can offer you a training session, free of charge."
Slug scoffed, trying hard not to laugh at the old man. "Really? You? A blind old man who barely looks like he can make it back home before he dies of a heart attack. What can you teach me? I'd wear you out in a second, old man."
The old man turned, gazing aimlessly in Slug's direction. "I may be old, but I was once one of the greatest fighters of my time.” The old man held his ground, almost defying Slug to make a move.
“Are you serious?” Slug replied, almost felt bad trying to spar with the man.
“…” The man said nothing, and with a lightning fast move he closed the distance between Slug and went for a high front kick. Startled by the attack, Slug attempted evasive action and arched his back backwards just enough to dodge the brunt of the kick as it grazed his cheek. Slug staggered back in sheer surprise as to what had just happened. Shocked and somewhat confused, Slug was deciding what to do next but had little time to react as the old man had come at him with another onslaught. Slug struggled to dodge and block each attack as the timeless wonder of a fighter continued his relentless assault on Slug. Slug’s body ached with each kick and punch he absorbed through blocking the old man. Rather than develop his own counterattack, Slug continued on the defensive as he was still a bit shell shocked by the overall ability of the old man. After what seemed like an eternity of attacks, the old man finally game to a grinding halt as he stopped a few feet away from Slug and lowered his defenses. Then, the old man spoke;
“Not bad. But you’re still young and strong, you should have no problem dodging blows from an old timer like me. However, you’re in luck. The best defense is a great offense… Now let me see what you have. Don’t hold back, you’d be surprised what an old lug like me is capable of…”
Slug nodded and broke down into a fighting stance. The old man stood motionless, as casual as if he were about to board the morning subway on a commute to work. Slug grinned at the cocky demeanor of the old man as Slug yelled into the air and rushed his opponent. Slug threw a combination of punches, followed by a kick, elbow, two more punches. Essentially trying to wear the old man out early Slug kept attacking non-stop. Dodge after dodge the Old Man evaded every single one of Slug’s attempts with condescending ease. Slug grew frustrated with his futile attempts and that frustration soon turned to rage as over five minutes had elapsed and Slug had yet to even graze the target. A high kick followed by a spinning sweep kick; both missed. He tried a combination of punches followed by a back spinning elbow; all of which were dodged and then ducked. A few more similar attempts ensued and all reaped similar results. Backing the man into the corner of a large boulder Slug continued his assault, yet each miss only landed Slug’s fists solidly into the rock. The old man ran up the side of the boulder with a jump, skip, and a leap which sent him flipping backwards of Slug landing on his feet in a crouched position. Slug’s eyes had followed the man and Slug turned his body accordingly to face his nifty foe.
“What gives old man? Are you some kind of ghost or hallucination? I haven’t even glanced a blow off you once.” Slug was hunched over breathing heavily as a solid ten minutes of chasing the old man around the field had resulted in zero hits.
The Old Man was cackling out loud, seeming as if he were yet to break a sweat. “Fighting is like chess, mah boy. You always have to think a two moves ahead. You’re a tough fighter. You would outweigh me in a physical power sense without an issue. In fact, at my age you might be ten times my power! However, I have fought many battles. You’re predictable. You’re calculating and chaining things together in a scientific like manner, ‘tipping your pitches’, is you will. If I had my sight again then you would be even more predictable!! Fight with emotion, let the instincts of your legs, arms, feet and fists do the thinking. The body is willing but the mind is weak. If you underestimate the intelligence and potential of your opponent then your scientific battle methods will ultimately fail, as you have seen today...”
“Hmm…” Slug reflected on the words, not truly understand what the old master had relayed. “You said a mouthful, but what I am gathering is simply think less. Are you some sort of telepathic mind reader?”
The old man laughed loud, so hard he had to collect himself before replying, “No, no my boy. Not I. Not like that. One might say I can read battle strategies and breakdown how a fighter operates and strategizes with great confidence. I am no mind reader, though it is rumored that those type of capabilities exist. However, what you inferred is within this same principle. Why don’t you pretend like I am a mind reader then, if that helps you understand.”
Slug nodded in approval, readying himself for an assault. “Don’t think…” he whispered to himself silently. “How the hell am I supp-“ and before he could finish the old man had began to rush Slug’s position.
The old man screamed, “I said don’t think!!” Rushing Slug the old master threw a punch which Slug deflected. The two danced backwards from Slug as the old man tested Slug with another onslaught. Slug was deflecting each and every blow with confidence as he simply reacted to the old man’s technique. Trying to act on reflex and instinct, Slug began to let his fists and feet make counter attacks to the old man’s attacks. Little by little the momentum shifted in Slug’s favor as he began overpowering the old man with the sheer number of punches and kicks being thrown at great speed and pinpoint accuracy. The old man was beginning to show his loss of stamina as his attacks became more desperate while his evasive techniques were barely dodging Slug’s moves. Finally, Slug had a breakthrough when he threw a wicked snapping side kick that the old master was unable to dodge and had to block to avoid a dead on hit. With the confidence of finally getting some contact, Slug’s entire demeanor had changed as he realized he was gaining the upper hand. By now they had been exchanging blows for going on ten minutes. Then, Slug broke through again as he forced the old master to block for a sixth, seventh, eighth in a row. The momentum shifted more as the frequency of dodges by the old man fell and the frequency of forced blocks by Slug was growing exponentially.
The old master was beginning to sweat a great deal as he was strictly blocking and deflecting Slug’s attacks. Without being able to dodge the onslaught the old man was forced to block, which he did amicably but he was feeling his strength slowly drain with each blow. Slug was no longer thinking as he was 100% in the fight zone leaving no time to think or calculate between any offensive or defensive maneuver. Out of nowhere Slug jumped, throwing a 540 back kick that landed solidly into the old man’s face. The old master slammed to the ground, yet popped back up to his feet almost instantaneously. Slug was immediately back on the onslaught and he attacked again. The old man dodged the first couple attacks but Slug had another breakthrough as a front elbow landed squarely on the old man’s chin. SLAM! Slug attacked again, wailing a bone crushing side kick to the side of the old man’s arm who took it mostly in the arm as he crumpled to the ground. Slug stood firmly at his downed opponent’s feet, hovering tall over the old man who was laying on the ground dazed.
Slug reached out to help the man up. Accepting his gesture, Slug began to pull the old man up who made a sudden move. The old man had reached around his back with his free hand, grabbed what seemed to be a small bean bag like object. As slug was pulling the old man up, the old man squeezed the object which exploded with loud crack. An odd powdery like discharge let loose into the air which looked like snow that was getting bigger, causing fuzziness and haziness in the vision. The loud crack had left Slug’s ears ringing as he grabbed them trying to block the sound as his vision faded to haze more and more. The next thing he knew, Slug had fallen to his knees. His vision was so blurred at this point he couldn’t see what was happening. He fell to his chest as his head lay to the ground and faded to sleep…
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Slug came to, and in a panic he touched his face and arms and reached all around checking to see if he was okay. Slug thought to himself, “How long have I been sleeping? What’s going on?” He seemed fine, there was no powder or snow on him. His ears seemed to be fine. There was no old man in sight. Had he dreamt it all? Looking around he saw the boulders where they had been sparring. The imprints of Slug’s fists were chiseled into the boulder he had cornered the old man against, confirming in Slug’s mind that it was not a dream. Baffled, Slug looked around for any signs of the old master, yet he found no clues. Slug lay himself down to rest as nightfall fell upon the Earth. As he faded off to sleep, thoughts wandered through his mind… “It couldn’t have been a dream. It definitely happened. My body aches like I was in a fight. I remember it too vividly to be a dream. I’m pretty sure it happened…Or has the solitude of the wilderness really gotten to me…?”
Word Count: 2,900+
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This might be my best one yet. I wrote it at school today while I wasn't all baked.
![8-)](http://storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/cool.png)