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originally posted in:The New Dojo
6/1/2017 9:03:30 PM
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He gave him another sound whack with the staff, before turning the man over to bind his wrist. This was.......unsettling to say the least, yet it seemed something the old man was familiar with
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[i]The second whack did it. Dim was in a daze and unable to physically protest to the bondage of his wounds. He could only speak in weak mutters.[/i] "My son... he... he must play my song... I will give my life for... for the song..."
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"Calm down. What or Who are you?" He said, getting the man to his feet
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[i]Dim began to weep once more.[/i] "Nonononononoooo... it's too late.... I don't matter! Oh none of this matters without my work!"
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He gave the man a shake "Answer me! Who are you?"
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"My name is Dim Attenborough I hail from London England I have come here tonight to show you one of my musical pieces I have been working on I do hope you enjoy it my name is Dim Attenborough I hail from London England I have come here tonight to show you one of my musical pieces I have been working on I do hope you enjoy it my name is Dim Attenborough I hail from London England I have come here tonight to show you one of my musical pieces I have been working on I do hope you enjoy it." [i]He repeated these lines over and over again, never faltering. It's like he was in a trance of sorts.[/i]
