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RoburtheConqueror1975
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« on: November 08, 2016, 08:27:55 am »

Sweat. 'Thank  God for my power pack  lawn  mower' Bobby Ford thought as he cleaned his tool before  securing it  properly. He went inside the trailer.  An above  ground , tornado proof igloo filled the back yard. As there  was enough  room  for  it to be fenced  for  pets  to play safely, he was content. Bobby put the  lithium ion  power  packs in  their rechargers. He stripped his sweaty  clothes off and did  his  sanitary  duties.
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Urinate. Defecate. Wash  hands. Brush.  Floss  'ACT  Total Care'  mouth rinse. Safety razor shave. Afterwards,  he dampened  and lathered his head, too.  The safety  razor  carefully  shaved his head, too. Shower time meant the pleasant smell of 'AXE'   body  wash amidst the steamy hot shower.  He emerged and wiped a clean towel over his body. He  went in his bedroom. Moisture-wicking underwear T-shirt,  and  socks were donned. A pair light  tan cargo pants were  donned next. He put on a pair of  pull on  steel-toe  shoes. A  snap brim, desert digiflage boonie hat was  next. lastly, a  pair of  orange  Oakley visor  polarized lens sunglasses  with the  retention strap.  

He put  the  dirty clothes in the hamper. He washed clothes every Thursday  night  and  cleaned the trailer then, too.  He went to the fridge and  got  a bottle of  water. He then flipped  on the radio and  sat down in  a  chair, also. He drank.  "and  that was  Miranda  Lambert with' Everybody Dies  Famous  in  a  Small Town'. KRUX 88.7  FM Cyclone Alert Weather.  A Particularly Dangerous  Situation Tornado  watch goes into effect at one  p.m.  today. Long track,  damaging tornados are possible,  as  is baseball  size hail,  destructive winds, and deadly  lightning. High  today, 81. Tonight clearing after ten  p.m;  with  a full  moon  and  partly skies, low, 52.  Tomorrow,  windy and  warm  but partly  cloudy  without  a  chance  of  precipitation.  High 59.  Stay  tuned to KRUX  for  further  updates  as  they  come."

Nine  a.m.  He  began moving  valuables  to  the  tornado  proof  igloo. The other  trailers and houses had storm  bunkers  of  various types. But  the rest  of   Bobby's  family  was  at work,  school, or other  duties, too. He  moved  their outside  pets into their shelters, too. Bobby worked  as  as a librarian, four  days  a  week  at  a  local  community  college  from 7-4 Monday through Thursday. Because  he  worked  than  forty  hours  a week,  the  university  was  contractually  obligated  to pay  his  health  insurance, too.  His parents upheld him in this choice. "Health insurance  is  worth  losing  a  day  a  week. I  know  too  many  whom  were wiped  out  financially  by  a  sudden accident, too."  his  mother said.  

Bobby's  mother was a  deputy sheriff, and  his  father worked  as  a   certified  car  mechanic, also.  Because she emptied a  .45 pistol into a mob  of  rampaging  Arkansas  hillbillies,  but  her  family  marked  for death by the family's she-coon. Her two year  old   daughter  had been hideously  murdered by having  an automatic shotgun emptied into her tiny body at point  blank range. Unfortunately for the Japethina Judd  family, a posse  of  sheriff's deputies reinforced  by  a  two hundred member lynch  mob  had  surrounded  the  Judd  family  encampment. Japethina  went  Winchester  jack  on them. Winchester  1892s,   war  surplus 7mm Mausers, bolt  action hunting rifles, SKS, AK-47,  and  AR-15s all  opened  up.  This was in  full conjunction  with  .357  magnum  revolvers, .45  automatic pistols, Wonder  9  pistols, and even two  mini-Uzi  pistols. When  the  firing ended,  all   23  members of  the Judd family were dead.

To the howls of the liberal media, the  judge  fully  dismissed  the  charges. A gas pipeline explosion  in  California  that  wrecked  a  neighborhood  diverted  their notice. The bodies were  quietly  dumped into  pauper's  graves  in a semi-abandoned graveyard  next  to  a  defunct Sacred  Namer church. The disgust of  the community at the  Judd  Family  was such that a weekly,  out  of  county volunteer  lawn  mower simply allowed  that  back  fence section of the grave  yard to  grow up to chest height.  "Some  people shouldn't be remembered."  the  volunteer had  told Bobby.  George Himmler  had  won  much  local  respect  by  lovingly maintaining the  graves there free. Every Friday night from May to November  he  mowed  the  grave  yard.  "Some  poor  families have  family  buried  there." George drove seventy five  mile one  way  in  his lovingly   maintained 1988 Toyota  pick  up  truck   and his  little miniature  Yorkshire Terrier, Taz, at  his  side.

Bobby  had  scarfed an 1892 .357 magnum  Rossi lever  action carbine and a .20 gauge Youth  model Remington  semiautomatic shotgun, and  the was  from  the  lawful  dividing  of the Judd family's loot, too. Since Bobby  had a  prized  .280 Remington semiauto hunting rifle, the  Rossi  was  kept  a  reserve  weapon. The  shotgun was used  and maintained  religiously, too.  Loaded  with  seven  rounds  of  number three buckshot by his bed, two loaded auto pistols were there on  the bedside table, too. And adjacent where  he now sat, a loaded  Ruger  AR556 rifle  along  with a pouch of loaded magazines was  kept  grab  ready  in  the  day  time, now. His  relatives  were  similarly  armed, also.

Bobby began playing a video game. He left the  radio on to  monitor the weather's  progress.  Time  passed.  "Meow, meow!" He opened the car and a calico,  green  eyed  Munchkin  cat entered.  "Hi,  Tikky Tak!"  The cat purred  and  let  him stroke  her, too. Then  she  scampered in the kitchen and  drank  some  water. A howl filled  outside.  "Coyotes?" He grabbed the AR556[AR-15  variant]and  went  outside. The wind was  pic  king  up  gradually. and a  tumble weed rolled aimlessly down  the dirt road.  Over  puffy  white  clouds  were  racing by like  cars  on an  inter state.  Then he saw it, from an open  field it was walking  down the dirt road.  "Why  it's  a  little dog!"  The dog was red and  patches  with  short hair.  He  looked like a  chihuahua-sized  Corgi. He sat at Bobby's feet.  Brown eyes imploringly  met  his. Bobby  slung the AR556 and picked him up. "Little  boy ,  no  collar."  the dog  licked him.

Bobby  went  inside and closed the door. He bathed  the little dog in  the  in  the bathtub with Dawn dish  washing  non-soap  liquid. The fleas  ticks  came off him. Bobby drenched him afterwards with 'ADAMS FLEA  TICK  AND  MOSQUITO  SPRAY FOR DOGS AND CATS'.  He dried  him off  and  fed  and  watered  him. too. 10:10 a.m.  Bobby put Tikky Tak in  a  carrier  and placed it  inside  the tornado proof igloo,  also. He got his  money  jar  and  drove the  dog  to  a  discount  vet. Shots and negative  heat worm  test. Afterwards, he  got  a  harness and  a  tag  that  said  name  and  phone number,  also.  PEE-WEE was his name. Bobby  took  him inside a  farm  store  and  emerged  with  dog  food  and  pet care supplies. Bobby  then stopped at a roadside chicken shack.  TwoCcajun chicken dinners with spicy  Cajun tater  logs  and two  peanut butter shakes were purchased  They arrived home at 11:55.

Pee  Wee  ate  his  meal  and  curled  up  in  his  new doggy bed. Bobby put  one  meal and one shake in the fridge. He ate his  meal  after  saying  grace.  The  radio  blared weather bulletins,meanwhile. Bobby went potty afterwards. He took  Pee Wee  outside on his leash,  afterwards.  Pee Wee  promptly relieved  himself as Bobby saw  evil  skies closing  from the south.  In the distance, he a  heard  tornado  sirens.   'Act now, he  thought. 'Waiting  to  see it could kill  you."  

Bobby  carried  Pee Wee to  the  storm  shelter and  placed  inside. He returned to  the trailer. He  cut  the  gas  and  power. He retrieved a  bunch  finally  needed stuff, locked  the  door, and made it to  the  storm igloo. Boiling clouds rolled towards  his  place over head.  He  secured the shelter door and  said a  prayer. His  pets, weapons, valuables, and person were safe. Bobby laid down on an unrolled sleeping bag. Pee Wee curled up to him  and  all  present simply napped. The wind howled outside, but  they  slept  well,  too.



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« Reply #1 on: November 08, 2016, 10:02:06 am »

Sweat. 'Thank  God for my power pack  lawn  mower' Bobby Ford thought as he cleaned his tool before  securing it  properly. He went inside the trailer.  An above  ground , tornado proof igloo filled the back yard. As there  was enough  room  for  it to be fenced  for  pets  to play safely, he was content. Bobby put the  lithium ion  power  packs in  their rechargers. He stripped his sweaty  clothes off and did  his  sanitary  duties.
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Urinate. Defecate. Wash  hands. Brush.  Floss  'ACT  Total Care'  mouth rinse. Safety razor shave. Afterwards,  he dampened  and lathered his head, too.  The safety  razor  carefully  shaved his head, too. Shower time meant the pleasant smell of 'AXE'   body  wash amidst the steamy hot shower.  He emerged and wiped a clean towel over his body. He  went in his bedroom. Moisture-wicking underwear T-shirt,  and  socks were donned. A pair light  tan cargo pants were  donned next. He put on a pair of  pull on  steel-toe  shoes. A  snap brim, desert digiflage boonie hat was  next. lastly, a  pair of  orange  Oakley visor  polarized lens sunglasses  with the  retention strap. 

He put  the  dirty clothes in the hamper. He washed clothes every Thursday  night  and  cleaned the trailer then, too.  He went to the fridge and  got  a bottle of  water. He then flipped  on the radio and  sat down in  a  chair, also. He drank.  "and  that was  Miranda  Lambert with' Everybody Dies  Famous  in  a  Small Town'. KRUX 88.7  FM Cyclone Alert Weather.  A Particularly Dangerous  Situation Tornado  watch goes into effect at one  p.m.  today. Long track,  damaging tornados are possible,  as  is baseball  size hail,  destructive winds, and deadly  lightning. High  today, 81. Tonight clearing after ten  p.m;  with  a full  moon  and  partly skies, low, 52.  Tomorrow,  windy and  warm  but partly  cloudy  withour  a  chance  of  precipitation.  High 72.  Stay  tuned to KRUX  for  further  updates  as  they  come."

Nine  a.m.  He  began moving  valuables  to  the  tornado  proof  igloo. The other  trailers and houses had storm  bunkers  of  various types. But  the rest  of   Bobby's  family  was  at work,  school, or other  duties, too. He  moved  their outside  pets into their shelters, too. Bobby worked  as  as a librarian, four  days  a  week  at  a  local  community  college  from 7-4 Monday through Thursday. Because  he  worled  than  forty  hours  a week,  the  university  was  contractually  obligated  to pay  his  health  insurance, too.  His parents upheld him in this choice. "Health insurance  is  worth  losing  a  day  a  week. I  know  too  many  whom  were wiped  out  financially  by  a  sudden accident, too."  his  mother said. 

Bobby's  mother was a  deputy sheriff, and  his  father worked  as  a   certified  car  mechanic, also.  Because she emptied a  .45 pistol into a mob  of  rampaging  Arkansas  hillbillies,  but  her  family  marked  for death by the family's she-coon. Her two year  old   daughter  had been hideously  murdered by having  an automatic shotgun emptied into her tiny body at point  blank range. Unfortunately for the Japethina Judd  family, a posse  of  sheriff's deputies reinforced  by  a  two hundred member lynch  mob  had  surrounded  the  Judd  family  encampment. Japethina  went  Winchester  jack  on them. Winchester  1892s,   war  surplus 7mm Mausers, bolt  action hunting rifles, SKS, AK-47,  and  AR-15s all  opened  up.  This was in  full conjunction  with  .357  magnum  revolvers, .45  automatic pistols, Wonder  9  pistols, and even two  mini-Uzi  pistols. When  the  firing ended,  all   23  members of  the Judd family were dead.

To the howls of the liberal media, the  judge  fully  dismissed  the  charges. A gas pipeline explosion  in  California  that  wrecked  a  neighborhood  diverted  their notice. The bodies were  quietly  dumped into  pauper's  graves  in a semi-abandoned graveyard  next  to  a  defunct Sacred  Namer church. The disgust of  the community at the  Judd  Family  was such that a weekly,  out  of  county volunteer  lawn  mower simply allowed  that  back  fence section of the grave  yard to  grow up to chest height.  "Some  people shouldn't be remembered."  the  volunteer had  told Bobby.  George Himmler  had  won  much  local  respect  by  lovingly maintaining the  graves there free. Every Friday night from May to November  he  mowed  the  grave  yard.  "Some  poor  families have  family  buried  there." George drove seventy five  mile one  way  in  his lovingly   maintained 1988 Toyota  pick  up  truck   and his  little miniature  Yorkshire Terrier, Taz, at  his  side.

Bobby  had  scarfed an 1892 .357 magnum  Rossi lever  action carbine and a .20 gauge Youth  model Remington  semiautomatic shotgun, and  the was  from  the  lawful  dividing  of the Judd family's loot, too. Since Bobby  had a  prized  .280 Remington semiauto hunting rifle, the  Rossi  was  kept  a  reserve  weapon. The  shotgun was used  and maintained  religiously, too.  Loaded  with  seven  rounds  of  number three buckshot by his bed, two loaded auto pistols were there on  the bedside table, too. And adjacent where  he now sat, a loaded  Ruger  AR556 rifle  along  with a pouch of loaded magazines was  kept  grab  ready  in  the  day  time, now. His  relatives  were  similarly  armed, also.

Bobby began playing a video game. He left the  radio on to  monitor the weather's  progress.  Time  passed.  "Meow, meow!" He opened the car and a calico,  green  eyed  Munchkin  cat entered.  "Hi,  Tikky Tak!"  The cat purred  and  let  him stroke  her, too. Then  she  scampered in the kitchen and  drank  some  water. A howl filled  outside.  "Coyotes?" He grabbed the AR556[AR-15  variant]and  went  outside. The wind was  pic  king  up  gradually. and a  tumble weed rolled aimlessly down  the dirt road.  Over  puffy  white  clouds  were  racing by like  cars  on an  inter state.  Then he saw it, from an open  field it was walking  down the dirt road.  "Why  it's  a  little dog!"  The dog was red and  patches  with  short hair.  He  looked like a  chihuahua-sized  Corgi. He sat at Bobby's feet.  Brown eyes imploringly  met  his. Bobby  slung the AR556 and picked him up. "Little  boy ,  no  collar."  the dog  licked him.

Bobby  went  inside and closed the door. He bathed  the little dog in  the  in  the bathtub with Dawn dish  washing  non-soap  liquid. The fleas  ticks  came off him. Bobby drenched him afterwards with 'ADAMS FLEA  TICK  AND  MOSQUITO  SPRAY FOR DOGS AND CATS'.  He dried  him off  and  fed  and  watered  him. too. 10:10 a.m.  Bobby put Tikky Tak in  a  carrier  and placed it  inside  the tornado proof igloo,  also. He got his  money  jar  and  drove the  dog  to  a  discount  vet. Shots and negative  heat worm  test. Afterwards, he  got  a  harness and  a  tag  that  said  name  and  phone number,  also.  PEE-WEE was his name. Bobby  took  him inside a  farm  store  and  emerged  with  dog  food  and  pet care supplies. Bobby  then stopped at a roadside chicken shack.  Two cajun chicken dinners with spicy  cajun tater  logs  and two  peanut butter shakes were purchased  They arrived home at 11:55.

Pee  Wee  ate  his  meal  and  curled  up  in  his  new doggy bed. Bobby put  one  meal and one shake in the fridge. He ate his  meal  after  saying  grace.  The  radio  blared weather bulletins,meanwhile. Bobby went potty afterwards. He took  Pee Wee  outside on his leash,  afterwards.  Pee Wee  promptly relieved  himself as Bobby saw  evil  skies closing  from the south.  In the distance, he a  heard  tornado  sirens.   'Act now, he  thought. 'Waiting  to  see it could kill  you." 

Bobby  carried  Pee Wee to  the  storm  shelter and  placed  inside. He returned to  the trailer. He  cut  the  gas  and  power. He retrieved a  bunch  finally  needed stuff, locked  the  door, and made it to  the  storm igloo. Boiling clouds rolled towards  his  place over head.  He  secured the shelter door and  said a  prayer. His  pets, weapons, valuables, and person were safe. Bobby laid down on an unrolled sleeping bag. Pee Wee curled up to him  and  all  present simply napped. The wind howled outside, but  they  slept  well,  too.




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« Reply #2 on: November 09, 2016, 02:34:02 am »

Bobby emerged from  his shelter a couple  of  hours later. While there was  no  damage, the  tornado had  plowed through the land adjacent  to  his  property.  Ditto  for  his  relatives. Amazingly,  the  power  was  still on,  too. The radio  blared reports  and bulletins.  While the tornado  threat  was  past,  a  hail  storm  watch  was  in effect, too. It was then Bobby saw the cloud approaching.  The horses in  Aunt  Beverly's  pen were acting highly  disturbed.

Amazingly, what appeared to tentacles seemed to  emerge downwards from the cloud. A  giant squid floated in midair as it  descended towards the  horse  pen.  Bobby grabbed  every  long gun and along  with  both  his pistols, too. He  then  ran  out side Whatever  mutant  that  thing  was,  it was not  killing  his  aunt's  prized  Pintos. Bobby flung the .280 Remington to his  shoulder. KRAK! A  Remington  Core  Lokt bullet slammed  into  the  brute,  blood poured from  it's wound. It turned  purple  and  and  spun around to face,  Bobby  whom emptied  the  hunting  rifle  into it, too. He grabbed the shotgun  and emptied it into  the  mass of  tentacles  squirming  his  way.  The wall  of  buckshot  severed three  of  them,  but  it kept. The AR-556 ws  popping of rounds now, too.  But the  poly tipped bullets,  while  excellent for home  defense;  but  these rounds just  maddened  the  beast. Bobby  transitioned to the .45  M&P  compact. The storm of  jacketed hollow points  damaged the  squid  more, but it kept  coming. He  whipped out the  M&P 9. As  he aimed  it at  the  squid, a  droning noise filled the air. A green bolt of  energy struck    the  giant squid, which shrieked  and recoiled.  Bobby looked  upwards. A giant zeppelin  hovered overhead.  

A hatch slid open on  its bottom. A  swarm of  two  man gyro-copters descended nearby.  A  battle cry filled the air. "AMAZONS-ATTACK!" Female classical hoplites foot  charged the  giant squid. From the zeppelin, another  bolt of  green energy slammed  into it.  From the Amazons, a  hail of javelins hurt  the  squid.   Afterwards,  it  was bastard  sword and shield work. The giant  squid shrieked,  flailing.  30  inches of straight,  double-edged  cold  steel proved  a  nightmare to the monster.  But  it  could  still fight.A  tentacle  grabbed  an Amazon around her  armored  waist and  lifted her  in  the  air.  "Menalippe!" Two  other  Amazons raced  to  her  rescue. Bobby saw the squid's  eye's.  He then then  emptied  his  9mm  pistol  into  it.   17 115 grain jacketed hollow points[JHPS]   literally shredded  the soft  bodied  animal.It  was  now barely breathing. Menalippe was  freed as two men in  old  fashioned sailors  suits with  pancake  hats with a stretcher ran  up  to  the  wounded Amazon.  They produced  first  supplies.  "Thank  God  she  was  wearing armor,   or  she'd have suffered catastrophic  injuries."  said the  corpsman. The Amazon  was carried  to  a  medical evacuation  gyro copter  where she was whisked to  the Zeppelin's  medical  unit.

An Amazon Hoplite screamed  '"BURN  IN HELL!" As she  plunged  her  bastard sword to its  very hlit  and then  withdrew.  The squid  shuddered  and  went  limp, afterwards. Bobby  checked the horses.   THey  were  okay,  as  were all  the  pets  in the  neighbor.  He thank  an  an  Amazon.  The female  hoplite removed  her horse hair-crested,  visor  less helmet.  The Amazon was 7 feet  tall, blue-eyed  with  layered blonde hair.  "You fought  bravely  against  the aerial kraken. "I  am  Major  Hoplitia[HOPLISHA]. We Amazons  are allies  of  the  Mechanical Empire."

"Thank  you  for your  help." The Amazon  wore  buskins, steel  Grecian  full  greaves,, a  pleated, studded  leather kilt, steel muscle cuirass,and  steel  wrist  guards. "Are there any more  aerial  Kraken  about?"  "No,  they  are  lone  predators." Her shield was  circular,  and  three  feet in  diameter. her bastard  sword  was  sheathed at  her  side, too.  Pee  Wee walked  up  to  her.  "Hello,  little  one."  she  knelt and  petted  him, too.

"The  Mechanical Empire  must have some sort of  energy weapon." Major Hoplitia smiled.  "Dr. Tesla's 'TESLA INC.'  has  been  selling plasma weaponry since 1888. Because of  their  expense, firearms and  melee  weapons are far  more common  in  1908, too." "1908,  it  is 2016."
More sailors had landed  by  gyro copter.  They  burned  the  aerial  kraken's  body  to  prevent  disease. Others  patrolled  with firearms. Bolt  action  carbines and what  appeared  to be MP-35  submachineguns  were their long  guns, too. Their  sidearms  appeared  to  be  Broomhandle Mausers, too.


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« Reply #3 on: November 21, 2016, 10:18:15 am »

 Bobby rapidly  made new friends,  as  did  Pee Wee.  Another gyro copter  landed . A  man  dismounted it. He wore  a  uniform similar to a World War  I  sea  captain's  British uniform. Two  Mauser-style automatic pistols  were  belted in holsters around  his  waist. "I am Sky-Captain Jerry  Coleman IV  of  the  Mechanical Empire Zeppelin 'Manticore'. You  fought  against  the  aerial  kraken, lad.  Quite  frankly,  we  need  your help."

"How  so,  my  friend?"   "A tornado struck a plasma weapons depot  of  Tesla.  It  caused  a  reaction that  linked  our  worlds  together. We  desperately need your help in  learning  about  your people, too." "then  we  shall  help  each  other. I  have  long  believed  that  most problems  have  been  solved  every where,  and it  is  simply  a  matter  of  bringing  people  together  so  that  all  may  benefit, too."

"Excellent!" "May  I  secure  my  home and like  things  before  we  leave, too?"  "Of  course"  Bobby  did  likewise. Sky CAptain  Coleman  did  another  task.  Two of the Amazons  kind  of  took  an interest  in  him and  especially  Pee Wee. The Amazons  were uniformed  and  equipped exactly like Captain Hoplitia[HOPLISHA], too. They were white, both, and  their hairstyles  were  exactly  like  hers, too. Bobby  found  the  attraction  mutual, also. But  then  again, he dated only  lady  hunters, lady  marines, and  likewise, too.  The meddling  of  other  female types  had been  the cause  of  much sadness  in  his  dating  life  also.  

"I  am Hektora and this is Maximina."  smiled the  hoplite. "We are from  Themiscyra and  are  of  the  Amazon Empire. The Amazon Empire is aligned with  the  Mechanical  Empire. The Mechanical Empire leads  the  Freedom  Alliance.  It consists also of  the  KriegGlorian Republic,  The French Empire,   The Nipponese Shogunate, and the Confederate States of  America, too.  Imperial Moscow  is  neutral  but friendly, The Roman Republic is  also an ally, too."

"Are  there  other alliances?" "Our rivals  are the Eastern Pact. They consist of Australia, the  Ming  Empire, Austria-Serbia, and  the  Hungarian Communist  Republic. So  far, the  diplomats  have  held  the  peace, too. Taiwan, South Korea,  Thailand, Israel, and  Madagascar form  the ADTO alliance."  "What is 'ADTO'?"  Asian  Defensive  Treaty  Organization.  They  are always at  war with the Eastern  Pact. Thank the gods  the Krieglorian scientists are  mass  producing  synthetic rubber;  else,  we'd be  drawn into  a needless  Asian  war, too."

"What of  North Korea?"  "The Ming  Empire enslaved North Korea and built a  wall  to  separate  it  from  South  Korea.  But South  Korea's  military  is  based  on  a   KriegGlorian model. Their tanks and  motorized infantry destroyed  three Ming Cavalry armies, too. No  further hostilities have  occurred, however."

"May  I ask  you something dating-wise?"  "Yes, you may, Bobby." "Would  one of you be  my  sweetheart.? My  Mandy got  killed  in  Iraq  last  year  and she was  going  to marry  me, too.  It's  lonely  sometimes  since  them and  I  really  miss  Mandy." Gently,  Hektora held  him  next  to  her. She  kissed  him.  "If  I  fall,  Maximina  will be  there  for you." She kissed  him. Then  their ride came  and  they  boarded 'The  Manticore'. Aunt  Beverly had  agreed  to  car  fore  Tikky  Tak, and Pee-Wee  boarded the Manticore, too.








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The  'Manticore' was  an  airs ship,  even  to  its symbol. From  his  mythology  studies, Bobby  knew  the  Manticore  was  a  scorpion-tailed winged  lion.  But this  Manticore's  tail was a  dragon's  head,  too.  "Why  sting  something  when  you  can  torch  it  instead?"  smiled Bobby.  A  crewman  smiled back. "And  so we rule  the skies, too,  my  friend!" He  shook  hands.  Though firm,  the  man's  handshake was  not  the cruel  masher of the fake  friend  robber, too. "I'm  Master  at  Arms Wilhelm von Krieger.  I'll  be  holding  your  long  guns,  for you,  but you may  keep  your  pistols, too. Don't  worry  you'll  be  getting  your  guns  back, too."   "Thank  you,  Master-at  arms."+"You're  welcome."  

Pee Wee seemed  fascinated  by  all things  about him.  Though leashed,  Bobby  picked  him  up, too. While the  safety  wall on  the Manticore was ten feet  tall,   but a  tiny  dog  might  get  stepped on with  all  the  activity  ongoing, also. Everybody  liked the wee dog, too. Pee Wee's head swiveled  like  a  radar  dish, for  all the activity to  him was fascinating. Suddenly an  intercom blared,  "ALERT-ALERT-ALERT! Secure for  Skyclone!"  "We'll  be  safer inside  a  compartment than here, too." Hecktora  took  him  to  her  cabin,  with  Maximina  in  tow.

"Don't  worry.  we're  rated F6-resistant."  "What's  an F6?"  "The windstorms  are rated on the Wilson  Storm Force  Index.  The  F6  is the  most powerful;  storm."  Maximina  explained,  and as  she  locked  the  door  behind them, also.  "I'll take  Pee wee  in  the  adjacent  room."  Afterwards,  Hektora removed her  helmet and  placed on  top  a  nearby desk. Bobby did likewise  with  his  head  gear. She  looked  at  the  clock. "I'm  off  duty."  The  couch beckoned.  Hektora  embraced him and  gave  him  a  long,  lover's  kiss.  "Tell  me  about your Mandy."

"She  was  a  beautiful lady marine, I  met  her  at  a  high  school  dance. It  was  love  instantly,  too.  We  both  loved  dogs,  cats,  hunting, 4wheelers,  horses,  videogames, you  name  it. But  Mom  and  Did  asked  me  not  to  marry until  I  graduated  college  or  technical  school, too. Mandy's  reservist  unit  was  called  up  for  Iraq  duty. She was  killed by a roadside  bomb  the  day  before  she was to come  home. See  the  wedding ring  on  the gold  chain around  my  neck? That's  to  keep my  heart  always."  Hektora  kissed  him  again. "I'll  be  your wife,  for  I  love  dogs,  cats,  horses,  and  hunting, too."

The  weight  of   Bobby's pain drained away as  Hektora held Bobby next to  her. "Whenever  you want  to,   I will  marry you,  my  love." She  kissed  him again.  "And if I  bear  you a daughter,  her  name  will  be  Mandy, too."  She  kissed him  again.  They  then  separated  to  clean  up  for  supper.  Afterwards,  Hektora  called  several  other  Amazons  together.  Bobby  was  married  by  6  p.m.  that  very  same  night, too. Bobby  and  her  spent  the  night in  love  making. The  other  Amazons  baby-sat Pee-Wee.  They  instantly  made  friends. 





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