Twelve days had passed since my enemies’ arrival, each day spent cowering in fear under a mossy overhang as projectiles exploded left and right. Brokenness and waste were all around me.
Today, I would fight back. I felt my weapon’s comforting heft, stepped out, and soaked my cousin so bad.
I have found that if you mix just the tiniest amount of sugar with the water, your opponents really, really hate you by the end of combat. ::innocent::
Posted by Sarita on February 27th, 2009.