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An unlifelong dream.
Feb. 7th, 2011 08:19 pmTime to see if this works, [ he said to himself, pulling out the innocuous looking Bic lighter the wizard had given him and flicking it on. At first, nothing happened and he was ready to march right back up to the bloke-- and that's when it happened. The world slipped out from beneath him and before he could shout, there was a zombie in front of him.
Spike made a face, ugly bugger. Stuffing the lighter back in his pocket, he knocked the thing to the ground, stomping on its face as he looked around. The Sun was down, at least. Thank goodness for small miracles, all that rot.
This thing wouldn't have knocked him too far from Little Rock, huh? He hoped not, as much as a spot of violence might do him good just now. ]
Spike made a face, ugly bugger. Stuffing the lighter back in his pocket, he knocked the thing to the ground, stomping on its face as he looked around. The Sun was down, at least. Thank goodness for small miracles, all that rot.
This thing wouldn't have knocked him too far from Little Rock, huh? He hoped not, as much as a spot of violence might do him good just now. ]
