3rd bolt [backdated to Friday]

[richtighammer]

((Action, 1124 Taylor Rd, around Mayfield))

Let it not be said that Thor, son of Odin, fears to drink the milk. Even were death permanent here, he would not fear to drink it, for what man of honor truly fears death

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Oooh! Punched!

[duck_duck_laser]

[This morning's surprise was spiders. Spiders. In the milk. Spiders that this new body was apparently allergic to. So there she was, in all her blonde and puffy-lipped glory, walking around town attempting to find the pharmacy. Surely someone there could recommend something to bring down the swelling.

She's on the alert for killdrones! But not for dudes punching things.]

[duck_duck_laser]

[He's moving closer. He's moving closer, he's... bragging. He's stopping and bragging? And now he's roaring away, off to 'vanquish' something else.

Oh what a relief. She lets out a long and painful sigh... and then gives herself a little more time before she peels herself off the sidewalk. Okay. Now this wasn't just a trip to the pharmacy, this was a trip to the hospital.]