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OPEN: Dragons and monsters and demons, oh my! [nightmare event]
[here, there be violence, but if you've read the book, that won't really surprise you.]
Another grand adventure! Atop of Rocinante, who seems in fine form today, Don Quixote is venturing out, his cardboard visor in place, his twig-lance ready and able at his side, his rusty sword ready in its cloth sheath for what might come!
He needn't even wait very long. Just as he's looking at what seems to be a kind of bench, the very thing rears up! A lion! Never minding that there aren't any lions in Spain, he draws up his lance! "Vile beast!," he exclaims! "You must be vanquished to save the lovely women of La Mancha!" He stirs Rocinante up to a trot (once again, it is never recorded that Rocinante actually galloped) and levels his lance at thebenchlion! Using great sharp teeth, the lion bites down on the lance and pulls Don Quixote to the ground in a heap. He must fight off the beast or else be food for the demon animal!
It is not the most glamorous of battles: the knight is sorely bruised and more than a little scraped up, his cardboard visor long gone. But he rests assured that he'snot doing anythingsaved the women of the village!
So, off he goes again, back astride his majestic steed. Wait! Is that a dragon?! It is! Surely that will land him in the books of great chivalraic lore! He is yanking at his sword, stuck in its sheath as he spurs Rocinante forward!
[come join the fracas. Anything can be anything in Don Quixote's dreams and chances are, he'll be the worse for wear every time]
Another grand adventure! Atop of Rocinante, who seems in fine form today, Don Quixote is venturing out, his cardboard visor in place, his twig-lance ready and able at his side, his rusty sword ready in its cloth sheath for what might come!
He needn't even wait very long. Just as he's looking at what seems to be a kind of bench, the very thing rears up! A lion! Never minding that there aren't any lions in Spain, he draws up his lance! "Vile beast!," he exclaims! "You must be vanquished to save the lovely women of La Mancha!" He stirs Rocinante up to a trot (once again, it is never recorded that Rocinante actually galloped) and levels his lance at the
It is not the most glamorous of battles: the knight is sorely bruised and more than a little scraped up, his cardboard visor long gone. But he rests assured that he's
So, off he goes again, back astride his majestic steed. Wait! Is that a dragon?! It is! Surely that will land him in the books of great chivalraic lore! He is yanking at his sword, stuck in its sheath as he spurs Rocinante forward!
[come join the fracas. Anything can be anything in Don Quixote's dreams and chances are, he'll be the worse for wear every time]