It takes a Ballista

[Pegleg_Bob 1107]

 

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PAIN IS SOMETHING ONE TRULY NEVER FORGETS. Whether it’s the pain of a simple paper cut or the slash of a sword, it’s all the same truly. Yet, you can feel new levels of pain. A fact I have learned—and relearned—many times. But no matter how much pain I’ve endured, nothing could have prepared me for this feeling. It felt as if I had been shot for a moment. Yet somehow, it was more. I placed my hand on my side and felt flesh mixed with metal in an unholy union. A scream escaped my mouth before I even realized it. I looked around at the soldiers surrounding me, hearing the chaotic rush of medics moving toward me. I closed my eyes perhaps for the last time and whispered a prayer to a God I could only hope was listening.

LETTING OUT A SMALL GROAN AS I OPEN ONE EYE, I LOOK AROUND AT THE CART I FIND MYSELF ON THE BACK OF. I feel the sting of my new wound and glance down at the bandages now wrapped tightly around my side.“Sweet Exalteds, that hurts like a bitch,” I shout, quickly pulling my hand away. Letting out another sigh, I reach for a blunt of cactus green from my bag only to realize most of my things have been taken.

MY HEAD TURNS TO TAKE IN THE FIELDS AROUND ME, A SMALL SMILE CREEPING ONTO MY FACE AS I REALIZE I’M ALONE ON THE CART. It seems no other major injuries are being brought back from the battle, maybe today was a good day. Yet I swear, in the wind, I heard a voice … But then the Prince of Sedan slowly shakes my head once and tries to drift back to sleep again.

 

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CREDIT:

Writing:Pegleg Bob

Formatting: Cheese1sgrater

 

I got bored after being the first to die in the War claim, so I wrote this. 

 

[moosehunter123 1081]

As Ed Pitchy Preaches in the streets of Ravenmire

 

"Look good folks of the holy states. This man ate Pitchys Holy Spuds before the battle and survived such a fatal wound! GOD surely looks over those who eat Pitchys Holy Spuds!"

 

The poor bald headed peasant nods.

 

"GOD will guide you! Be like Ed and dedicate your farm to GOD!"