User blog comment:Penguinkangaroo/terrible tales/@comment-92.24.101.129-20121222221938

Some geeky improvements I made.

"I drew my composite maple bow and pointed it at the most powerful soldier. The blazing sun shone on my wooden arrows making me appear as static and serene as the ocean. I let go and my arrow blazed through the air, swiftly and sleeky like cutting through hot butter. The arrow hit. And the war began."

"I inhaled deeply and I was rewarded with the pleasant, enchanting, sweet scent of morning dew. My companions and I were standing outside of Leopard Seal's stone fortress. I heard the faint, quiet 'clank' ever so often, coming from the inside of the fortress. I assumed that it was just the guards patrolling inside the fortress. I pounced on top of the walls. I braced myself and pulled the bow string tight with the tip of my fingers. I let go. The arrow soared through the air like a eagle and pierced through a guard's neck silencing him and allowing him no last words. A bright, golden, crimson glimmer caught my eye and I realized that we were being bombed. I remember nothing more except witnessing a radiant, brilliant, shining light. I woke up a few days later at the camp only to see fewer companions then I had started with."

Yeahh. Sorry. I just couldn't resist making my own version of such an amazing story.