Святой_Паладин
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Today I’m walking home from my horseback riding classes in Sosenki (a quiet, deserted ravine). It’s dark... I hear a sound, like someone chopping wood... Well, I figure, some homeless guys decided to keep warm) I get closer, and THERE ARE TWO GUYS, IN WHITE CLOTHES, FIGHTING WITH SWORDS:eek:
To say I was freaked out is to say nothing; only one thought was pounding in my frightened heart:Either they’re maniacs... or they’re PALADINS))) So, cowardly... sideways, sideways, I tried to skirt around the pair of persistent hallucinations...
Suddenly, one hallucination waves a sword in my direction and yells: Miss, don’t be afraid, we’re TOLKIENISTS...
but for some reason it sounded to me like he said sadists))
And like a true paladin, I bolted)):smile13:
The last time I ran that fast was when the neighbor’s pit bull broke free from its collar))):smile13:
And only at home did it dawn on me that they were TOLKIENISTS))):smile13:
To say I was freaked out is to say nothing; only one thought was pounding in my frightened heart:Either they’re maniacs... or they’re PALADINS))) So, cowardly... sideways, sideways, I tried to skirt around the pair of persistent hallucinations...
Suddenly, one hallucination waves a sword in my direction and yells: Miss, don’t be afraid, we’re TOLKIENISTS...
but for some reason it sounded to me like he said sadists))
And like a true paladin, I bolted)):smile13:
The last time I ran that fast was when the neighbor’s pit bull broke free from its collar))):smile13:
And only at home did it dawn on me that they were TOLKIENISTS))):smile13: