the nightingales song followed our hero's ascent....himmering and hammering with every reluctant shuffle of his feet.
it had all happened so swiftly....
Life had raised it's ugly, malformed head and contested our hero's plans....and, after the battle's last deadly strike was struck, our hero fell victim to Life. Life and her many priorities. Life and her many realities. Life. Life. Life. Life always wins.
....and so, he trudged up the hill to his mountain home with that damned nightingales song creeping up behind him. the words to that pitying tune blaring, time and again, in his mind...
"no prom for you this year."
"no prom for you this year."
"no prom for you this year."
"no prom for you this year."
"no prom for you this year."
"no prom for you this year."
"no prom for you this year."
......until he reached his mountain cave and closed the door.
after that time grendel's dancing laugh was heard no more.
it had all happened so swiftly....
Life had raised it's ugly, malformed head and contested our hero's plans....and, after the battle's last deadly strike was struck, our hero fell victim to Life. Life and her many priorities. Life and her many realities. Life. Life. Life. Life always wins.
....and so, he trudged up the hill to his mountain home with that damned nightingales song creeping up behind him. the words to that pitying tune blaring, time and again, in his mind...
"no prom for you this year."
"no prom for you this year."
"no prom for you this year."
"no prom for you this year."
"no prom for you this year."
"no prom for you this year."
"no prom for you this year."
......until he reached his mountain cave and closed the door.
after that time grendel's dancing laugh was heard no more.
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However, I did have a totally fantastic time and enjoyed hanging out with you and Dave a lot. I hope we can do it again...sometime far in the future when my body can tolerate drinking again.
I'll send you an email tomorrow with the game info.