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Modern Zelda: Smart Phone of Time part 7(Link heads toward the castle. He tries to sneak by several Guards, but they notice him at night)
Guard 2: Stop right there, kid!
(the Guards take Link to Castle Town)
(Malon is waiting for Link)
Malon: Are you, like, going to the castle, fairy boy? Could you, like, find my dad? He probably, like, fell asleep somewhere around the castle.If you’ll look for him, I’ll totally give this egg to you! (Malon gives Link the Weird Egg.)
Link: Thanks... I think.
(The next day...)
Navi: Look! LOOK!!! A cucco hatched from the egg you were incubating! Isn’t it a miracle of life? ISN’T IT?!
Kaepora Gaebora: Hey, Link! Look dis way! Da princess is inside da castle just ahead! Be careful not ta get caught by da guards! Hoo hoot! On dis ground, time flows normally. But times stands still while yer in Lon Lon Ranch or a town. If ye want time to pass normally, ye’ll hafta leave town! Do ye wanna hear what I said again?
Link: No way!
Kaepora Gaebora: Yer a smart kid! G’
Pokemon tf: Bulbasaur (Tony) [p1]Tony had a green thumb. He was great with plants and was proud of it. He was even good with Grass-type Pokemon! One day, as he was in the forest collecting apples, he encountered a woman dressed like a witch.
“You are trespassing upon these grounds!” she exclaimed. “You must be taught a lesson!”
“What do you mean?” Tony asked.
“I speak of your botany. And I speak of you. Combine with it, and perhaps I shall forgive you... eventually,” the woman said.
The woman cackled and faded away. Tony doubled over, dropping his basket of apples. He felt something bulge out of his back. After touching the bulge, he knew. It was a bulb. A plant bulb.
He reached for one of the apples he dropped, but stopped halfway. He watched as his fingers began to shrink. His hands soon became more like paws than hands. He felt something sprout from his butt. Then he blacked out.
When he awoke, he tried to stand, but couldn’t lift his arms. He began to crawl hom
A Turning Point in the Clockwork WarA war of attrition
depends on supply and drawdown,
how much you have and how much you use up.
With personnel, the balance concerns
the influx of recruitment versus
the outflow of casualties, deserters, invalids.
There is only so much loss
that a fighting force can sustain
and still fight.
Pilot Claude Archer was the first
to challenge his invalid discharge.
"I don't need legs to fly," he said,
patting the healed stumps of his thighs.
"My Osprey runs on elbow grease."
The members of the discharge board
paused and looked at each other.
What he said was true.
The Osprey-class fighter jets
relied on hand controls,
and a sharp eye and iron nerve.
Fingers flicked through the stack
of discharge papers -- so many, many pages.
So many soldiers lost, never to fight again.
They could not afford to let slip even one
who might be retained, somehow,
to face the front line once more.
Far less could the war effort spare
one of its best pilots.
So they put Pilot Archer back on the roster,
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