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Message: <blockquote data-quote="maxfieldjadenfox" data-source="post: 3793427" data-attributes="member: 18003">Just so you guys know, I haven't forgotten my promise to review the earlier stories that won by default, but it may be a little while. If ya'll are still interested, let me know and I'll send my warped viewpoint along to you ASAP. Sadly, I won't have the benefit of the war hammer...Dwarves must keep weird hours. It was 12:18 AM. I was just finishing up my homework for my tropes class (I have got to stop overcommiting myself!) when there was a knock at the door. Samwise, guard dog extraordinare, didn't even flinch. In fact, I'm suprised I heard the knock over his snoring. I opened the door, not having learned my lesson the last time this happened some two months ago, and there was my friend, the short, stocky, hairy guy.I could hear the hammer starting to whine in my studio. Plugging my ears against the noise, I yelled, "What do you want at this time of night?"He pulled a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to me, a look of pure disgust on what little I could see of his face through his massive beard.It was my check. Stamped on it, a whole bunch of times, were the words: Insufficient Funds.Boy was my face red. I went into my studio and retrieved the hammer, wrapped it once more in its velvet cloth and handed it to the dwarf. He looked it over, grimacing as the whine became a full on scream. Sam woke up and began to howl along.Apparently, I hadn't done any damage to it because the dwarf turned, stomped out of my screen door and into the night.Sam sighed and went back to sleep. He's old. It's late. I couldn't blame him.</blockquote>

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