Sean
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9/3/1783
A lit Tavern sat upon the stiff land, with a shining sun behind the water-surrounded wooden building. The door creaked open, skeletons danced around the sturdy clean floor, hastily pouring ale and beer down their hallowed bones, they were dressed in blue and red coats, with hats upon their heads, they continued to dance and drink throughout the night and day with no worries or fear. Five strummed guitars and played drums and flutes, while the others danced, and moved their jaws as if singing along or conversing. Others were over-seeing a map of movements and pointing their rigid skeletal fingers at areas on the old withered map, or at each other, their stance clearly showing their rank. The barmaids and barmen were like the others, with their clothes covering their skeletal body, a particular man in a blue coat chased a barmaid with his arms reaching out, a slight smile upon the barmaid’s skeletal face as if she were giggling or laughing. These were their final orders. Drink boys, drink up. Drink, for you have fought well. Cheers to battles well fought, a war well won, and the freedom of your souls. Cheers to us gentlemen, us warriors, us fighters and lovers, us preachers of guns. As night descended upon the Tavern, the skeletons marched their way out of the wooden tavern, walking towards the moon and into oblivion.
AN: If you've played Fable 3 you will notice a resemblance.
A lit Tavern sat upon the stiff land, with a shining sun behind the water-surrounded wooden building. The door creaked open, skeletons danced around the sturdy clean floor, hastily pouring ale and beer down their hallowed bones, they were dressed in blue and red coats, with hats upon their heads, they continued to dance and drink throughout the night and day with no worries or fear. Five strummed guitars and played drums and flutes, while the others danced, and moved their jaws as if singing along or conversing. Others were over-seeing a map of movements and pointing their rigid skeletal fingers at areas on the old withered map, or at each other, their stance clearly showing their rank. The barmaids and barmen were like the others, with their clothes covering their skeletal body, a particular man in a blue coat chased a barmaid with his arms reaching out, a slight smile upon the barmaid’s skeletal face as if she were giggling or laughing. These were their final orders. Drink boys, drink up. Drink, for you have fought well. Cheers to battles well fought, a war well won, and the freedom of your souls. Cheers to us gentlemen, us warriors, us fighters and lovers, us preachers of guns. As night descended upon the Tavern, the skeletons marched their way out of the wooden tavern, walking towards the moon and into oblivion.
AN: If you've played Fable 3 you will notice a resemblance.
And well written. 