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Except for constantly shadowed areas the is all gone already. We lucked out, we had a mere 4 inches and no power outages.

Heard sections of New Hampshire recieved 20+. That is a rough one.
 

jonesy

A Wicked Kendragon
The woman in blue rode into town on a golden horse. It wasn't just a colour. It looked real gold. She rode up to the butcher's shop and left the horse standing outside, free and unbound.

A couple of men walked past it, trying to see if it was. It was. A horse made of gold. One tried to touch it, but it took a step to the side and then went back to staring into the butcher's. The stare was unnerving.

There seemed to be an argument going on inside. It was getting louder and louder, but there didn't look to be anyone outside who understood what was being said. None of the townfolk had ever heard the butcher use foreign languages, barely even his own, but the conversation inside sounded utterly alien.

One man, new to town, who people had noticed spending quite a lot of time in the local bar, walked right in and then there were three voices in the argument. It was getting really loud and heated. So much so that members of local law enforcement were beginning to gather next door at the porch of the convenience store. They were having an argument of their own as to what to do in the situation.

Then there was a loud crash inside the butcher's. People gathering around the area stopped with their speculating and tensed to listen, bu the only sound heard was the barking of a dog somewhere beyond the graveyards.

Then finally two deputies decided they'd heard enough and rushed in.
There was another crash, louder, and the windows on the butcher shop visibly trembled. The rest of the lawmen ran in.

Nothing seemed to happen, and it was a long time before anyone else dared come closer.

Then the butchers son returned, an oxen drawn carriage in tow.

As the ox came closer the horse whinnied, but didn't move from the spot. The butchers son left the ox cart by the convenience store and walked over to calm the horse, but as he touched it he realized it was a stone statue.

Then he walked inside, skin crawling.

There was nothing there. Nothing at all. There wasn't even any sign that there had ever been a shop of anykind inside. Empty wooden walls, bare floor, absolutely barren.

He walked back outside just to check if he'd walked into the right building, but he wasn't in the village anymore.

He had no idea where he was. And when he looked back, the door he'd walked through was gone too.
As his brain was still trying to figure out what colour the gigantic glimmering obelisk in front of him was, the rest of him was completely taken by surprise as the sky began raining elves screaming their war cries.
 


jonesy

A Wicked Kendragon

When I used to watch Hockey in the eighties I loved watching Devil's games because of Hextel. As a Goal he owned his area and not afraid to defend it. So many cheap shots and the such. And as a goalie, he commits the crime but gets to stay in.... to strike again.
 

Dannyalcatraz

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When I used to watch Hockey in the eighties I loved watching Devil's games because of Hextel. As a Goal he owned his area and not afraid to defend it. So many cheap shots and the such. And as a goalie, he commits the crime but gets to stay in.... to strike again.

I'm a Devils & Stars fan...and the Stars version of that was Eddie "The Eagle" Balfour, who routinely raised his stick with great force vertically 'twixt opponents legs into the crotchular area...

There are YouTube vids of this occurring.
 

Dannyalcatraz

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Knowing when you're tired sign #1: you can't sleep because you're congested, so you go to your medicine cabinet and get your nasal spray...and you aim it at your armpit.
 



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