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la_samtyrMeme yoinked from one of my LotR sibs:
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 56.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next seven sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.
Every single one of them, hardly thinking about it and just out of sheer habit, drew his razor-sharp four-foot sword blade across his other arm enough to draw blood. Some of them just got a few drops, and some of them got a couple of lines dripping red clear down into their hands.
And then they shoved their swords back into their sheaths, each one making a tiny, sliding, hissing sound.
You didn't have to be too bright, right then, to pretty much figure out their point of view. It looked like hey never pulled those swords without drawing blood, and it was more and more apparent why those forty soldiers were long gone.
And, for whatever reasons, we were facing those cossacks in much the same situation.
The rest of the hands, at least counting me, had mixed emotions, but Shad looked quietly at the big cossack and spoke in a flat voice.
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 56.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next seven sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.
Every single one of them, hardly thinking about it and just out of sheer habit, drew his razor-sharp four-foot sword blade across his other arm enough to draw blood. Some of them just got a few drops, and some of them got a couple of lines dripping red clear down into their hands.
And then they shoved their swords back into their sheaths, each one making a tiny, sliding, hissing sound.
You didn't have to be too bright, right then, to pretty much figure out their point of view. It looked like hey never pulled those swords without drawing blood, and it was more and more apparent why those forty soldiers were long gone.
And, for whatever reasons, we were facing those cossacks in much the same situation.
The rest of the hands, at least counting me, had mixed emotions, but Shad looked quietly at the big cossack and spoke in a flat voice.
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