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''This RP is dead. Time to make my death post, after this is all over.''

Twelve years later:

This was how my father lived, I thought, as I packed up to leave my hut in the woods for hunting. My wife was still asleep inside, and my one son loved to think I thought he was. Funny. I thought, as I walked out. This is twelve years form the day my fathe SHINK. I felt the sword sink inside me. I should have seen this coming. Not that it mattered. My father would've wanted me to go this way. Time seemed to slow down. I saw my son slowly come out, grab the bow (that the jumper had taken from me) and turn around and shoot him in the face. i would have given the man a sword and made him stand and fight. As my final wish to the orb, I instructed it to be delivered to my son by the message lynx that delivered it to me all these years ago. This was how I wanted to die,