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[It's an overcast day in Camp today. The wind blows around the cornstalks with furious might. Black, ominous clouds gather heavy, dark and pendulous. Lightning cracks a few times for dramatic effect and just when it seems the sky would unleash with all of its fury... A light breaks through.
No.
The clouds themselves seem to part, swirling in the heavens as a golden light illuminates a great stone in the middle of camp. (Just a little under the loudspeaker)
This rock is engraved with embellished script: Whomever shall pulleth this sword from the stone will be granted power, glory and victory untold.
A majestic golden sword, unblemished and perfectly symmetrical, rests, tip buried in the stone. It patiently waits he or she who will be next crowned Hero. And after that, who knows? King.]
No.
The clouds themselves seem to part, swirling in the heavens as a golden light illuminates a great stone in the middle of camp. (Just a little under the loudspeaker)
This rock is engraved with embellished script: Whomever shall pulleth this sword from the stone will be granted power, glory and victory untold.
A majestic golden sword, unblemished and perfectly symmetrical, rests, tip buried in the stone. It patiently waits he or she who will be next crowned Hero. And after that, who knows? King.]