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I blame someone on twitter posting a Game of Thrones clip involving a dragon in an army sometime yesterday for this.
There were people on an island. There were a lot of them, many of them related in some way, possibly even to me (one of the people on the island was playing my grandmother; not actually my grandmother, she was taller and lither and a bit darker did not in fact look a bit like a walnut but brain referred to her as my grandmother and she had dementia like my grandmother did thirty years ago before she died so that was fascinating, my grandmother as a former femme fatale I think, what the everliving fuck). Some of the people on the island had done bad things by some standards (one of the women was muttering about how nobody would trust a diabolist).
Anyway, there was a lot of discussion about what to do when the invading dragons were going to arrive and their associated armies, with some people wanting to lay low, and some people wanting to escape and go somewhere else, and some people thinking the escapees were just going to get caught and die horribly, and I wound up associated with the escapees but deciding they were incompetent and using my magical powers to stomp off across the surface of the ocean. Which was a bit like walking on sand and I would not recommend, one certainly could not outrun a dragon that way.
There were people on an island. There were a lot of them, many of them related in some way, possibly even to me (one of the people on the island was playing my grandmother; not actually my grandmother, she was taller and lither and a bit darker did not in fact look a bit like a walnut but brain referred to her as my grandmother and she had dementia like my grandmother did thirty years ago before she died so that was fascinating, my grandmother as a former femme fatale I think, what the everliving fuck). Some of the people on the island had done bad things by some standards (one of the women was muttering about how nobody would trust a diabolist).
Anyway, there was a lot of discussion about what to do when the invading dragons were going to arrive and their associated armies, with some people wanting to lay low, and some people wanting to escape and go somewhere else, and some people thinking the escapees were just going to get caught and die horribly, and I wound up associated with the escapees but deciding they were incompetent and using my magical powers to stomp off across the surface of the ocean. Which was a bit like walking on sand and I would not recommend, one certainly could not outrun a dragon that way.
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