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trans_92010-01-07 11:31 pm
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The Fiendish Thing That Is [open]
The setting, Heatherfield. The scene, Matt's back yard.
A well maintained lawn with a high fence surrounded the Olsen family homestead as Matt finished setting up the first opponent for training. Certainly he could have gotten Stacy to set it all up for him, but there was some kind of satisfiaction in the way he carefully balanced the wood, set it up, nailed it all together.
There was a lawn chair close to the full pool and the summer heat bore down on the occupants of the Sensorium as Matt finished, grinning at his handiwork. Sitting there was a curious device. It was a training dummy, cobbled out of various items in the neighborhood. With a silly looking practice sword and shield made out of a trash can lid, it looked harmless.
"Arise my Trash Knight, arise and fight once more!" laughed Matt maniacally, throwing his hands into the air.
It would be noted that the young man was dressed not in his plant suit but simply a pair of shorts with bandages wrapped around his hands and legs, as he laughed like a madman, hands curled into the air.
Thunder boomed dramatically.
A well maintained lawn with a high fence surrounded the Olsen family homestead as Matt finished setting up the first opponent for training. Certainly he could have gotten Stacy to set it all up for him, but there was some kind of satisfiaction in the way he carefully balanced the wood, set it up, nailed it all together.
There was a lawn chair close to the full pool and the summer heat bore down on the occupants of the Sensorium as Matt finished, grinning at his handiwork. Sitting there was a curious device. It was a training dummy, cobbled out of various items in the neighborhood. With a silly looking practice sword and shield made out of a trash can lid, it looked harmless.
"Arise my Trash Knight, arise and fight once more!" laughed Matt maniacally, throwing his hands into the air.
It would be noted that the young man was dressed not in his plant suit but simply a pair of shorts with bandages wrapped around his hands and legs, as he laughed like a madman, hands curled into the air.
Thunder boomed dramatically.