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Ilya
May 7, 2009 15:13:35 GMT -5
Post by Auriana Greyson on May 7, 2009 15:13:35 GMT -5
“Oh no, boy, you’re not going anywhere!” Art shouted as the boy jumped. As he glanced around quickly to see the party guests watch the duel in awe, he spotted the chandelier hanging from the ceiling. He could jump towards it, and swing onto the platform that bore the throne. He nodded to himself. This was the best idea he had ever had. He had already won. The boy was down, waiting to be slaughtered. What could go wrong?
He climbed onto the railing and leaped, successfully grabbing the chandelier. Dangling from it, Art swung back and forth two times, to make sure he would have enough speed to make the next leap towards his throne. The wooden ceiling creaked, and then, without further warning, cracked, just as Art was about to let go. The chandelier fell from the ceiling. Art, still holding on, was crushed by its enormous weight. He died instantly.
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Ilya
May 7, 2009 15:18:02 GMT -5
Post by The Administrator on May 7, 2009 15:18:02 GMT -5
Accepted.
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