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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 1340257" data-attributes="member: 9255">STRIKEFORCE: MORITURISEGMENT 031“Megamania’s Random Thoughts”It was not hard for Megamania to find the trail leading to the barbarian’s settlement.  There were footprints everywhere, broken branches, occasional hairs or lost item, then there was the smoke in the sky.  Easy.  The bad thing was it took them longer to get there than hoped.  It was late in the next day.  Megamania slept in late.  Unknown to him, his nose had been broken and both eyes swollen shut when the Captain disciplined him.  Christina aided him with a quick spell of healing before he awoke knowing how this injury would inflict more harm on his spirit than anything else would.  It was his spirit that made him strong.  He never knew that she thought of him or did this for him.  The Captain had remained joker-faced whenever he was around.  Megamania, the roguish super-spy and general get it done guy was felled by one blow by this military man from World War II.  It was then he realized something.  Perhaps he always knew but just denied it.  Nothing was real anymore.  Nothing.  Everything he believed in was false.  At least false compared to the other “worlds” he had visited since.  Where he came from there was no magic…but does that mean it only exists in fairy tales?  Why had this “Goddess” of the realities picked him to join on this quest?  He was certain it involved magic.  Quite certain.  From their briefing and talks since, most everyone died because of magic.  The Captain was Bar B-Q’d by a mage,  Christina by something sounding like a vampire of magic, Jean by a magical dragon and Vander…..all right, so not everyone died by magic.  But he faced magic on the battlefield daily and developed means to deal with it.   Magic is alien to me.  Or is it….?“Snap out of it Jim” whispered Vander whom came up beside him in his heavily scratched up psionic armor.  “You have found them I see.  Good.”Megamania, aka Jim Addards Lt of the United States Army nodded and reached into his pack.  He found his small binoculars and did what he was trained to do-  spy.  Getting into trouble was a god-born gift.  god.  Jim fought dwelling on the subject.  Before dying it was suggested to him that he was an agent of a god.  He assumed “his” god.  Maybe it was the one of realities.  He was getting a headache.Jean came over to them followed by the others.  The barbarian camp was sheltered by a deep crack in the earth.  A well-guarded bridge was the only way across.  The plan was simple.  They would fly over.  Jean, Christina and Vander would keep the natives busy while the Captain and Megamania would rescue the people inside.  The surviving crewmembers would guard the bridge from this side.  They were not certain if any more barbarians were in the forest or not.  Everyone knew it was a ploy to keep them out of the way but it gave them something to do, which the Captain knew was important.  Christina’s mother and her people would keep the known barbarians located behind the main camp busy.  A snatch and run job.There was one snag.  One Jim knew was coming.  Jean gave a few soft words of chanting then held up a white bird feather.  The spell was caste but Megamania was locked to the ground still.  Just like before.  Everyone was stumped except for Vander.  “His mind is powerful.  He doesn’t believe in magic enough to block it.”  For Vander- this was a powerful statement.  He was the closest thing the team had to a mental expert.  Perhaps this was the truth then.“I’ll carry him” was the Captain’s steady comment. And so it began.</blockquote>

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