Post by Incendio on Jun 12, 2009 11:57:48 GMT -5
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Twenty years ago a small boy decided that he was going to burn the world. The boy followed through. Mostly. Hogwarts survived, as did all the ministries. Books, money, wands, everything flammable was torched. Including people. All because a 7 year old wanted to watch the flames dance. 22 year old James Sahe was killed in his own fire. It looked like game over. The muggles would see the fire, hear the screams. We would be discovered. We would be found.
Oh well.
Now, five years after the muggles found out, we are trying to make friends with the muggles. They just really don’t like us. If they would stop trying to kill us, which wasn’t working anyway, we could figure out some agreement. But no, they insist that this time no one will notice the bomb. No one will just levitate it so high that when it goes off, it just gets a little warmer. No no, not this time. I eat my bananna with a fork. This time it will work. That’s really all they can do. Nobody wants to see what happens if they shoot us. We would die, like anyone else would, but they don’t know that. And we can’t make them calm down to tell them that. These dipnutss really just don’t give up, do they? Well, I can’t really blame them, seeing as we can kick their asses with a sort of scary kind of ease.
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Twenty years ago a small boy decided that he was going to burn the world. The boy followed through. Mostly. Hogwarts survived, as did all the ministries. Books, money, wands, everything flammable was torched. Including people. All because a 7 year old wanted to watch the flames dance. 22 year old James Sahe was killed in his own fire. It looked like game over. The muggles would see the fire, hear the screams. We would be discovered. We would be found.
Oh well.
Now, five years after the muggles found out, we are trying to make friends with the muggles. They just really don’t like us. If they would stop trying to kill us, which wasn’t working anyway, we could figure out some agreement. But no, they insist that this time no one will notice the bomb. No one will just levitate it so high that when it goes off, it just gets a little warmer. No no, not this time. I eat my bananna with a fork. This time it will work. That’s really all they can do. Nobody wants to see what happens if they shoot us. We would die, like anyone else would, but they don’t know that. And we can’t make them calm down to tell them that. These dipnutss really just don’t give up, do they? Well, I can’t really blame them, seeing as we can kick their asses with a sort of scary kind of ease.