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    I'm in!!! so...."Bring it"...chumps!!!...

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    Turmoil and Torture

    My Mommy used to drink, My Mommy used to drink, Turmoil & Torture,
    My Mommy used to drink. Then she would beat me, then she would beat me, help me, help me, Ignorance & Bliss…..

    Love Me, love me, love me now. Turmoil & Torture - Ignorance & Bliss.
    Okay, I’m older now. Mommy still drinky drink, but I’m okay now. Let’s help others cuz they don’t know how. Love me, love me, beat me if you can.

    Bitc h bitc h, moan moan, he said she said, fix me, fix them, help me now!!!!
    Life is very simple and lovely if you only know how. Go here go there, do
    this, then do that. If you really want your problems solved them it’s as simple as that.

    Fix them, fix them cuz it makes us feel better. Love me, love me, love me now!!! Yak yak, bla bla, all day long. To hear the mundane minutia of others, makes one withdraw. Turmoil & Torture begets Ignorance & Bliss…

    Hide me, hide me, cuz I can’t run from others problems. Fix me, fix them, all day long…..Everything will be wonderful when I fix me by fixing them….

    Turmoil & Torture - Ignorance & Bliss….


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    I shall write a story, yes yes

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    Seems like a fun little diversion, these TotW. I think I'll throw one in from now on.

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    Hideki Sato knew very little of the world, but he did know fear. For far longer than he cared to remember, fear had been a constant part of his life – like an odious guest he could not seem to expel from his home. Long ago it had stood with him beside the nursing bed as he watched his son come into the world; and as a young boy himself, when the older boys in the village had tried to bully him, he knew it’s frantic footsteps had fallen beside his own.

    Once again the warrior found himself running, but fear was no longer with him on that day. Everything he had ever agonized over – every last anxiety and triviality – had fallen away, trampled beneath his mail-clad feet as they bounded across the open field. Not far ahead of him, steel still sparkling beneath the light of the dying sun, lay the destination he knew he had been headed towards all along; only this time – this final time – there would be no fear to hold back his blade.

    A scream began to pass his lips; a scream of battle, yes, but also one of amazement – for no sooner had he raised his sword to strike then his enemies seemed to bend and warp beneath the rays of the sunset! One-by-one they seemed to change from faceless enemies into the visages of familiar friends. Somewhere, flickering ethereally beneath the glare, he could see the smiling faces of those he had left behind; of his son, his wife, and all of the faithful friends he had once held dear to his heart. With one mind and one voice they beckoned him onward; his legs turned faster and faster beneath him. Today – he knew – today, with no fear to hold him back, he would at last join them all.

    Somewhere, in a different world he heard a hoarse command shouted – with wild abandon and sunlight burning in his eyes, he lifted his blade and swung.
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    Thank you thank you, Beckitz... Honored to have them....

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    I have finally drawn up the courage to enter a small tale of my own. After weeks of lurking.
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    Sunset




    I lifted the visor of my sweat encrusted helmet, trying to get a clearer look at the brilliant azure sunset that painted the sky. The sunset reminded me of home, the better days before this dammed war took away my life and propelled me into the horrors of war. Every night I thought of my family back home. The sweet aroma of my mother’s stew, the excitement of market day but most of all I missed Rosaline, my childhood sweetheart and soon to be wife. All these fond memories seem to be in another life, a life without worry or stress, a life where I longed to be.


    My day dreams were broken up by the strong voice of the company commander “Form up! Enemy in Sight, prepare to charge” I was used to this, I had spent the last five years listening to this order. With a sigh I hefted the heavy wooden lance with that razor sharp iron tip into the comfortable resting place just below my shoulder. I lowered my visor letting the darkness engulf me once more as I peered through the tiny eye slits at the waiting infantry down below. I was to charge down the hill, to do my duty, to die.
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    "Bushido"

    Takashi Munemitsu looked across the field of battle. It was large, flat, great for pitched battle, yet it had a pristine serenity to it. Something he couldn't put into words. It was simply stunning.

    The weather however, was less impressive. It was a cloudy, smoggy afternoon. Rays of sunshine would occasionally break through the clouds, but for the most part it was a most unsatisfying climate to an otherwise excellent occasion.

    The enemy were arrayed in green, their clothing proving difficult to distinguish from the grass. Takashi wondered whether the colour of their clothing would be a help or a hindrance. He soon realised that he was merely being distracted by a petty issue. "There will be much honor and dishonor gained today." he said aloud. No response, though others around him nodded silently.

    He looked up to the mounted warriors, with their General at it's head. He looked like he was about to say something. Takashi smiled to himself, "can't resist giving a big speech before the big battle, eh?" he thought.

    Suddenly, the General's horse reared on it's hind legs, giving the General extra height. The beast neighed, though to Takashi, it sounded more like a roar.

    "My friends!" The General bellowed, "We have come here today at the behest of our enemy."

    Silence.

    "We did not wish to upset the peace of our two clans, yet they have shown our civility no end of contempt by coming here.

    We who stand here bravely, do so to protect our way of life. Our friends. Our loved ones. Our home. Our clan.

    They come here to take all that is rightfully ours and so, they come into our lands thinking that we are weak. They come here thinking we cannot defend ourselves. They come here thinking they can beat us.

    I know better. All of you know better. And by the end of this battle, they will know better!

    So fight, my brothers! Fight! For Honor! For Family! For Clan!!"

    Takashi looked around as men around him cheered, he too felt emboldened by the General's speech, his words filling him with courage. He felt renewed, invigorated. "They are never going to beat us", he thought. But he didn't just think that, he knew that.

    His eyes welled up, and as the army charged at the enemy, men screaming as they ran towards their destiny, Takashi couldn't control his emotions, he was ablaze with pride at who he was, doing what he was, and the honor that came with it.

    Like many of the other men, Takashi ran with wild abandon, screaming at the top of his lungs and as he moved closer and closer to his destiny, one thought pulsed in his mind.

    "I love being an historical reenactor."
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    The sun had long gone beyond the unreachable horizon as we rode into the dusk. The hooves of our horses thundered with a pleasant echoing rumble. We rode silently for a reason we didn't know ourselves. A certain premonition seemed to fill the air about us, but a premonition of what?

    In the hours of dusk the world was changed. It never looked exactly the same in plain daylight or at night. The land about us now, the hills, the trees, the rivers - all seemed venerable somehow. And yet exposed.

    Each of us was buried in his own thoughts as we rode. The grasshoppers escorted us with a concerto of chirrs. Just a few hours ago we had mercilessly hacked down and slaughtered innocent peasants. Whole families of them. We shrieked like animals and gutted their men and raped their women and then burned them all in the shed without a slightest drop of regret, and all that we did with a delight that was now torturing us. Who are we?

    The trees seemed to be chanting in the soft wind as if ancient druids weaving some mystic spell. Enchanting. And yet menacing. A falcon was gliding through the sky majestically, untouched by any earthly affliction, he pierced the sky leisurely. Is it not unfair that such lowly creatures as birds have such a privilege of freedom? And who are we? Where are the young knights who swore to protect the women and the weak?

    The waving grass seemed to me a sea of green. A sea into which I wanted to drown. A sea of freedom. A sea of repentance. All it took to sustain itself was sun and rain. Warmth and water. It asked for so little. How was it that we were never satisfied? That we were never sustained? That we were never contented with what we had?

    Such were my thoughts as we rode up the hill and looked down onto the next village. The very last reflection of light fell onto the faces of children and their parents playing and running around merrily after a long and hard day of work. Peace and happiness beamed out of them. A happiness we knew we had never felt.
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    What a shame? I forgot to add my reservation! Reserved!

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    Reserved, here it is!
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    The Battle of Gettysburg - The South's Greatest Victory
    A Memoir by Lt. Gen. Thomas J. Jackson, Confederate Army

    There were many things that occured on those three days. So many things. Things could have gone better for us, and they definitely could have gone better for the Yanks. But, as always, it appears that God, as usual, was, and still is, on our side. Still, things happened in those days that should not have.

    I remember clearly how things started. There was one factor that made this campaign unforgettable, more so than any other; The heat - the Pennsylvania Summer is unbearably hot, especially while wearing these damned uniforms. I saw men drop from their ranks while marching. Minutes later, they were dead from heat exhaustion. But, I suppose this is my philosophy in action - "Better to lose one man from marching than 5 men from fighting".

    Things formally began when a friend of Longstreet's - also a Scout, his name being Henry Harrison - found information on enemy troop movements. He spotted a large column of Infantry with supporting Cavalry moving north-west from Washington, informing Longstreet that the entire Federal force was marching towards the divided Confederate forces. Longstreet informed Lee, whom quickly called a council of war. From there, we formed a plan - Longstreet and Hill would converge on the town from the North and West. My Corps would act as a reserve, ready to send a massive shock into the enemy lines if needed. Stuart, meanwhile, would send scouts and foraging parties in every possible direction that the Federals could approach, taking all the food possible and gathering information on the terrain.

    As our troops converged on the town, and eventually took the heights beyond, a messenger from General Stuart informed Lee that, indeed, we had chosen the right time to take this town. Our advanced element, consisting of the divisions of Anderson and Heth of Hill's Corps, were under attack from the combined forces of Two Federal Corps; Reynolds and Hancock, a combined force of over 23,000 men compared to the 16,000 men of Heth and Anderson's divisions. Our men held the line, and held it well; The fact that our men were on high ground probably helped. Just to be safe, two batteries were sent forward, and started firing canister and shrapnel shot point blank into the Federal ranks.

    The two corps soon retreated with heavy loss. Hill and Longstreet, at that point, committed both of their entire forces to holding the high ground. I put my boys in a longer line just behind, so as to provide cover of the first line and to counter a breakthrough wherever one occured, if there ever was one. This would prove useful the next day.

    The second day began with the sound of heavy artillery fire coming from the ground below us. Federal Howitzers and Rifled Guns were pounding our positions for hours on end. We had our troops lie down on the reverse slopes of the ridges so as to keep them out of harm's way. One of my reserve brigades, stationed more to the south near the bottom of Cemetary Ridge, near a Peach Orchard, saw what was happening; The bombardment was a diversion.

    Coming through the gap between two large hills and the ridge, an entire Federal Corps was marching through in an attempt to outflank us. I hastily ordered General Rodes' Division to move south to meet them. Rodes outnumbered them slightly, and hit them as they came up; Eventually, they had taken heavy losses and were disorganized, so they withdrew to the top of the smaller hill. Rodes reformed his men and sent them after the Federal Corps, but the absolutely apalling terrain caused greivous casualties for his Division. This is one of the flaws in the battle. Had we simply brought up a few batteries of Artillery, we could have pushed them off with Shell and Shrapnel shot. But instead, we pushed them back and lost a quarter of Rodes' division for it.

    However, if the attack itself was a disaster, the result was much more favorable; With the two hills(known as the Little- and Big-Round-Tops) taken, we had an excellent vantage point for Artillery. Stuart sent one of his brigades to dismount and hold the ground, while Rodes' Division assisted. His Division's Artillery, meanwhile, fired counterbattery and destroyed several Federal Guns. The Federals sent countless attacks to try to retake the two hills, at one point even surrounding the hill and "tightening the noose"; moving their entire surrounding force forward in a mass attack.

    Our men held out. Barely. But eventually, the division of General Johnson moved to the hills and counterattacked. The Stonewall Brigade and the Louisiana Tigers, both of these brigades in Johnson's division, drove the Federals back with a fierocity that I have never seen, and never wish to see again in my life.

    The second day had ended. Federal casualties were much higher than those of our army, and Lee decided that, with the Federals exhausted and demoralized, that we would attack tomorrow. In the night, preparations were made; walkways made from planks and logs. Artillery brought up to support the attack. Stuart's Cavalry riding around behind the Federals to trap them. The plan was ready. The Federals had better have slept tight, for the next day would be one they would never forget.

    On the final day, the Federals were awakened at 5:30 in the morning with deafening roars and explosions. Men died in their sleep. Men were awakened to find they had severed limbs. The bombardment continued for hours on end until 9:00, when over 35,000 of our Infantry stepped out off the high ground and began the long descent down the hill, some aiming to fire as they walked. The Federals were being attacked from two sides. They fired back for as long as their morale would allow, and then they broke and ran. But they ran right into Stuart's 7,000 Cavalrymen, who charged into the Federal lines, killing and capturing many Yankees.

    The combined Infantry and Cavalry assault captured all of the Federal Generals, tens of thousands of Infantry, and about three-quarters of the Federal Colors involved. The Army of the Potomac simply ceased to exist in the space of three days. This battle persuaded the British to come in on our side, and within a month, Washington itself was beseiged by over 60,000 Confederates and 55,000 British. Washington fell 3 weeks later, and our independence won.

    At Gettysburg, the Federals sustained over 52,000 casualties; 2,500 Killed, 12,500 Wounded, and 37,000 Captured or Missing. By contrast, we suffered 7,000 casualties; 500 Killed, 6,000 Wounded, and 500 Missing. That battle was the spark that lit the torch of independence for the South.
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    Reserved. I need to get the creative juices flowing again after nearly 2 weeks on holiday.

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    Against All Odds



    I was the last. Against all the odds I was the only man in that square that survived. Around me lay the bodies of both crusader and infidel alike. My companions, friends and brothers, everyone I held dear now lay in a crumpled mass around me as I knelt and wept for them. Why did I have to survive to bear the burden of grief alone?

    I had joined the crusade to escape from the grief that gripped me after my wife died during child birth. Initially things went well; I joined with a company of knights heading towards Genoa where we could take ship to the holy lands. I got on well with the company commander (a Templar knight by the name of Raymond) and quickly made friends among my new companions. The voyage was good and we ran into few storms, although some of the men still suffered from terrible sea-sickness. The days and weeks of the journey were taken up with sword practices and playing dice with my new found friends, I actually won a healthy profit much to their annoyance.

    Eventually, we landed at the crusader port of Acre and I amazed at the wonders of that city. The exotic goods on offer in the markets, the beautiful women, the buildings, the magnificent cathedral, all of it astounded me. We stayed but a few days in Acre before news arrived that our company was moving on to give battle to the infidel Turks, though I could have stayed in that fair city for an eternity.

    After a few days marching through the baking heat of the desert we eventually sighted a smallish town flying an infidel banner proudly above the gates. Our commander quickly ordered us to make camp and prepare for a speedy assault at first light the next day. We set about lighting fires, preparing food and, perhaps most importantly, sharpening swords and making ladders to scale the town’s walls before settling down for some much needed rest.

    Just before dawn broke the next morning we made our final preparations before the attack, checking the ladders, fitting our armours and all the little rituals that each man has before battle. Then we started to advance. At first things went well, we attacked from a small valley and as such were able to get close to the wall before the alarm was raised in the town. This meant that we were able to easily take the walls with little resistance. It was as we moved deeper into the town that things went badly wrong for the company.

    Ambushed from the tiny side streets and alleys we were quickly surrounded and outnumbered. Although we fought well and slew many of our foes there was nothing we could do to hold against the numbers and fanaticism of the Arab soldiers. One by one my companions fell around me until, against all odds, I was the last left. I was prepared to accept my fate and die there with my friends, there was nothing left to live for anymore. However, Fate had other plans.

    Behind me I heard a horn and the thunder of hooves. Looking round I saw the crusader heavy cavalry charging down the street to smash into the Turkish soldiers. Quickly throwing myself to the ground I watched as the horses pounded overhead and crashed into the enemy. Those who didn’t die in the charge turned and fled with the horsemen in hot pursuit.

    I had survived against all the odds, but at what cost? Looking at the death and destruction around me I knelt amongst my fallen comrades and wept. I joined the Crusade to escape grief, instead I had just found more.
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    Well...will ya look at this. Devinne inspiration we have here. Day two and seven stories posted...Phenomenal efforts, phenomenal efforts all....

    Just as a reminder, your own pictures/illustrations may be used if you wish...
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    Well recently a lot of the entries have been really short, so I'm breaking the habit with this one; its quite long and it takes a footballer to understand it, but I hope you enjoy it.

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    Turkey 18:45 GMT, May 25, 2005, Atatülrk, Olympiyat Stad


    He realized he couldn’t breathe; his lungs clenched tight in apprehension. He was paralyzed and transfixed. His body perspired openly under the strain and his muscles were tensed. The roar of thousands around him had subsided abruptly; an eerie silence floated in the stadium. And Shevchenko prepared to take the final penalty.

    But he couldn’t. He couldn’t bring himself to it. The immensity of the night’s events bore down on his shoulders, and he felt he would crumple under the pressure. He had to take it; he had to. He had done it hundreds of times before, and he could do it again; he was a professional; this was his duty. He could feel the entirety of Milan’s hopes and ambitions heaved onto his back; as the team stood expectantly, away from his field of vision. The weight of the club’s honor, compacted in the shield, and burdened on his chest. He could not take the strain.

    His mind worked furiously, as he run into the hundreds of questions spilling over the implications. The possibilities. The outcome. Yet his heart still rang with the images of the night, against all the odds:
    He watched with joy as Maldini’s shot inched past Dudek, before crashing into the back of the net. The response was tremendous; it was the joy of a nation. Hundreds of thousands of triumphant screams echoed boisterously and filled him. They were ahead, and a step closer to becoming champions; to attaining their dream; their reality.

    He broke away from the last defender, adrenaline pumping through his veins. He could feel the anticipation around him, and the goal beckoned. But he was a professional, he took his kick; but not at the goal; the ball flew delicately over to Crespo. His friend, and teammate hammered the shot into the back of the net. They were met by rapturous applause; the red and black stripes flew high within the heart of the crowd.

    Kaka moved with the grace of a gazelle before delivering the killing pass to Crespo chipping it elegantly over Dudek’s outreached hand. His heart soared as the whistle blew for half time. It was coming together like a dream, he could feel the warm contention amongst his team and the sheer joyous excitement amidst the crowd. His gaze drifted amongst the delighted supporters before falling upon Liverpool. His joy was quickly replaced by empathy. The fans watched the progression, heartbroken, their faces either buried in their palms or sad and emotionless. The players moved silently into the dressing room in melancholy silence; their hopes and ambitions shattered upon the string that dressed the back of the goal. None of them spoke to each other; it was a feeling of dejected acceptance.

    In the dressing room the warmth of comradeship fulfilled him. They knew they had won it, they knew they had performed. Handshakes, smiles and pats on his back only reaffirmed this feeling. In the background he heard something start up. It was a buzz that soon inflated into the voices of the fans. It was a chant that had risen from the silence. It was sung with determination and he could feel it through the bricks and concrete that separated the two worlds. It were the fans of Liverpool and they sung the one song they hoped to lift themselves with: “You’ll Never Walk Alone”. He watched as his teammates winced and dismissed the chant irritably, but he could not; he could sense the energy growing, he could feel their hearts bolster. He knew what the Liverpool players would be feeling, and he could sense their backs straighten, their heads tilt up and their resolve harden; it astounded him; there was a growing force. The chant carried through the night.

    Steven Gerrard ran past him, the captain of Liverpool. Shevchenko felt his aura; his determination that had replaced the acceptance of defeat. The ball curled through the air and was met by the head of the Liverpool skipper as it pummeled into the net. He could imagine the clenched fists of the Liverpool fans, the silent ‘yes’ muttered angrily under their breath; they would get there, regardless of the odds. They cheered for their team. Yet the players simply slapped hands and nodded acknowledging; they knew this was only the beginning of their struggle, but they were determined.

    Sincer received the pass, moving the ball to the side he opened his path to goal. The shot whizzed close to the ground before thumping into the bottom corner. The crowd erupted into cheers, as they danced to Liverpool’s passion. Shevchenko felt fear for the first time of the night; the small Liverpool resistance had now formed into an imminent threat; the scoreboard read 3-2: only one goal ahead. He was afraid of the infectious resolve that spread amongst the opposition and their fans. Like a plague of goodwill. His teammates now understood the importance of the goal, their backs shivered in alarm and at the ferocity of the Liverpool supporters. Liverpool danced.

    The Milanese crowd had fallen silent; anything could happen now. A quick back heel from the Liverpool striker put the ball back into Gerrard’s feet. The goal was open, the opportunity had arrived, their chance to level and the moment passed in an instant. He was on the ground. It took a moment for everyone to comprehend what had happened and then it was madness. The crowd went into a frenzy of angry appeal, thousands screaming for penalty. The Milanese players raised their hands futilely as the referee pointed to the spot. The Liverpool fans kissed and hugged; their chance had arrived.

    Xabi Alonso walked up to the penalty spot, his body fidgeting with nervousness. Forty thousand Liverpool fans held their breath inside the stadium, hundreds of thousands held their breath outside and they were begging for air. He took the shot quickly and the keeper got his finger to it sending it back. He wanted the goal, but he wanted the goal! Quick as ever he moved pounded the rebounded ball back into the net.
    The crowd exploded. Happy, yet shocked their angry conviction had manifested into the form of the Liverpool reaction: the team and fans went crazy; they had equalized and they were now an inch away from their dream. The dream they fought an upstream battle towards, against all odds.

    Penalties were upon them, and the grinding, brutal, nerve racking process had boiled down to this kick. Shevchenko’s kick. Win or lose.

    His mind stall rang with the images of the night. He felt helpless and overwhelmed. He had to take the kick; he took the kick.

    Even before he had taken it he knew where it was going. He had missed and Liverpool had won. Against all odds.

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    Default Re: TotW 105a: "Against All Odds"

    Weekend reminders going out. Since we have sven in the fold, this goes to vote monday morning...

    Edit: Reminders sent, Have a great weekend Guys...
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    Default Re: TotW 105a: "Against All Odds"

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    Right foot, Left Foot, Right foot, Left foot


    These are the only words that I can think of as I slowly saunter up to my place, 10 feet from my opponant. I stop, and stand, staring straight forwardinto the eyes of my opponant. the world stands still, save for the constant drizzle of the cold rain as it deflects of of my armor, as an arrow to the white man's armor. My opponant stares back, there will be no backing down. As I come to this realization A scowl slowly envelopes my face as the wind whips through the tall grass, howling at us, mocking us for our honor. But it is our honor, and our Honor, my Honor, I must defend. My opponent stands erect, a mocking look on his face as he calmly glances from side to side, almost admiring the beauty of our surroundings. He moves suddenly, my hand flies to my Katana. His movement was not that of an agressor, his movements become more deliberate as he sidles over to the flowers beside us. His picks on and, after smelling it, says to me "I have picked this flower before its time. No one else may now admire its beauty. I ask you, do not force me to do the same to you. I do not reply, I have made my choice, I will fight. My honor is worth more than my life, and if I do not defend it, then all is lost. "Very Well" he says.




    His hand moves and in a flash he has brought his Katana to bear. He is a menacing sight, His armor a dark red, almost as if it had been colored with the blood of those who had opposed him in the past. But I hope to put his swordsmanship to rest on this day. I place my hand defiantly upon my Katana and draw it. He lunges forward, and in a flash our swords clash. The sound of scraping metal is supplemented with the defeaning boom of Thunder, the storm is getting worse. He lunges again to my right, and I parry left, losing my balance on the slippery ground. He raises his sword high above his head, and brings it down in one swoop. I try to vainly stick my sword up to block the crushing blow, but my attempt fails, His Katana slices into my leg, leaving a deep gash. I raise my head and scream in agony. He steps back. He is toying with me now. A thin smirk comes across his face, he is mocking me, degrading my for my mistakes. I stumble clumsily o my feet, shutting out the pain in my leg. I raise my Katana, and it begins again.




    This time I lunge forward. He raises his sword and deflects my blow, using his momentum to try to bring his sword in contact with my flesh. I quckly move my Katana to block this blow, and in doing so knock my opponant off balance. I sense his weakness and try to explot it. I give him two sharp blows, both of which he deflects, though he stumbles backwards awkwardly. I lunge forward again, but i am too late, he has regained his balance. deflects my blow, and delives one that sends a sharp pain shooting up my arm. It is now I stumblick backwards, grasping my arm as bloods slowly flows out of it. In a fit of rage I lunge forward. He does not bother to raise his sword, but moves his body out of the way. I swing and miss, once more off balance as he slaps me with the falt side of his sword. I spin and look at my opponent once more. The smirk hsa grown more mocking, he believes he will win this batt,e I intend to prove him wrong. I use his hubris against him as I pretend to make another lunge. He predictable moves, and I adjust my swing accordingly. My blade strikes home as it cuts deep into his arm as he howls in pain. The smirk is instantly gone, replaced by the a fury unimaginable. I can no longer deflect his powerful blows. I am helpless as his blades cut deep into my skin. Hell hath no fury like that of my opponent. One more powerful blow and I am down.




    I lie there looking towards my opponent towering over me, his sword raised. The wind howling through the trees, shaking the sea of grass like an ocean. He screams mightily as he begins to bring his sword down for the killing blow. I die, but my Honor remains intact. My vision of my opponenet is replaced by a blinding flash. I once more hear him howl in pain, I watch as a bolt of lightening travels through his sword, incinerating the owner. He screams as the life is sucked out of him and transfered to the sky. I shut my eyes and hold my hand up to block the blinding light. As quickly as it happened it was gone. My opponent low lay before me, once the bain of my existance, now a pitiful mass of charred flesh, spit upon by the rain. I see clearly that Mother Nature has chosen for me to be the flower that shall blossom. My opponent has has been plucked from the Earth, and I only have the Earth itself to thank. I shall give my opponents proper rights, and tell of his braveness in battle, for it is what he deserves, such a brave and fearless fighter; only preserving his honor. But I shall live on, for I have had victory, against all odds.

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    A tall figure walked across the wooden bridge on the river. His sandals made soft knocking sounds on the damp wood, its planks partially covered in moss and lichen. At the middle of the bridge, he stopped, drew a deep breath, and exhaled again. This place, he thought, shall determine my fate. Will I run, will I fight? Will I live, will I die?

    The man looked at his weapon. His katana, a long curved thin streak of silver metal, glistened in the sun as he took it out of its decorated sheath. He had wielded it for nearly thirty years, ever since he had inherited it from his father. He had made good use of it - he had never been beaten in a fight. All his enemies had fallen before him in combat. The katana had seen its fair share of blood, and would do so today.

    For the man looked towards the hills that formed the horizon, and could see a large mass of soldiers, carrying spears, swords and bows, heading towards him. On either side of the mass were cavalry, trotting slowly. The enemy made a tremendous crescendo of noise as they marched closer to the man on the bridge.

    He drew deep breaths, preparing himself. He knew now what he had to do, why his daimyo told him to come here. It was to delay the enemy long enough for the daimyo’s army to deploy in a defensive formation, and for the man to kill as many soldiers as possible. The man took his katana and held it upright in both hands, dividing his view in two. He felt like he could split the enemy army with just his sword.

    The man then shuffled his feet into his fighting stance, the same stance he was taught all those years ago. He never forgot the basics he was taught about swordsmanship. All great swordsmen never do. His education had taught him well, and had brought him here, to a place where he could achieve great honour, for himself and for his family name.

    My family, he thought. My wife, still as lovely as the day I met her. My darling children, whom I may never see again. My mother and father, and my two brothers. I will fight for all of you, and I will do my best.

    His thoughts soon evaporated into nothingness, and his mind cleared. For the first enemy soldiers approached, running towards the bridge, and towards him.

    He was ready.
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    Default Re: TotW 105a: "Against All Odds"

    Dropped, too much competition....

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    Default Re: TotW 105a: "Against All Odds"

    Going to vote?

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    Default Re: TotW 105a: "Against All Odds"

    Megas been absent for three days, I could make the vote thread and have a mod sticky it and move some stuff to the archives?

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