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Started by: jarvo (30250) 

As I speak, I am mulling over the aftermath of Monday night's fight with the Grim Reaper.

I have a bruise on my left shoulder, and a lump on my head. The scythe when it first hit me, was misdirected and caught me blade sideways. This gave me a chance to swing back and catch the bugger in its ribcage. I followed up with the old one-two, but he kicked me on my side. Fearing the worst, I rose quickly and caught him off guard; the demon came again and wellied me on my shoulder. It was at this point that I fell again and feared my days were at an end...

Then, something strange happened...

I cried out for mercy...
The hooded demon withdrew almost immediately, and I rose for a third time. I felt a warm power inside me and I knew then that he'd fled.

The rest of that encounter was one off relief and emotion....

I slowly left the battlefield, scarred and shaking, and took refuge downstairs.
Here, much later, I was assisted by two female Angels dressed in military uniforms who patched me up and said how lucky I'd been.

I never did see the Reaper's face.

And the tale goes that you only see him when he puts the scythe into your heart...

He missed me by a mile, the dozy bugger.
Ah, well, should've gone to Spec Savers...



Thank you for all your good wishes.

Replied: 18th Sep 2020 at 15:54

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