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== <b> /tg/ gets his Power Hammer  </b> ==


Scene: Lobby of 4chan apartment building

*/fit/ enters, checking his pulse and his watch, after his afternoon 10 mile sprint

FIT: *panting* Man I just can't shave off those last 10 seconds, I'll never beat my record.

*/fit/ stubs his toe on a very heavy and oblong package

FIT: OW! What the hell! What's this weird ass box doing here?

*/fit/ picks up the box, breathing heavily, clearly worn out from his earlier activities.

FIT: hm... this must weigh at least 40 pounds, who's it for?  /tg/, huh?  Wonder what he wants something weighty like this for?

*/fit/ begins to walk up the stairs.  SCENE CHANGE: outside /tg/'s room

*knock knock*

TG: (from inside the room) Yeah I'm coming.  (Opens door) Oh hey /fit/ whats up?

FIT: I found this package for you in the lobby.(He sets it down on the floor, it lands with a loud thud)  Not that it's heavy in general, just seems like ti would weigh a bit much for a shrimp like you.  What is it anyway? Is it a weight set? I bet its a weight set?

TG: No, I didn't order any weight lifting equipment...(/tg/ smacks a fist into the other open hand) Aha, it's my custom Power Hammer I ordered.

FIT: A custom what?

*/tg/ bends over and begins to open the box

TG: It's a favored weapon from one of my games.

* The Power Hammer is laying on the floor on top of the opened box, gleaming with deep reds and bright gold.  What appears to be a spiked tip at the end and "d12" engraved on the head of the hammer.

TG: Yeah, now that's a beaut, mmhmm, d12 engraved just like I asked. (he effortlessly picks it up with one hand, a bit to /fit/'s astonishment. /tg/ turns his head, with a smug look on his face)  Hand crafted in Scandinavia, cold iron core too, cost me a bundle, had to sell off my Black Templars to afford it.

FIT: How can you so easily lift it with one hand?  I mean it's not that heavy, but you don;t look the muscular type.

TG: Oh, I have heavy weapons specialization.(he says offhandedly while swinging the massive hammer around)

*/fit/ takes a step back to avoid getting hit in the swing arc.  /x/ comes up the stairway, rubbing her eyes, her hair is a bit of a mess.

X; Ooooh, cool mace..wait I see evil spirits inside! Give it to me I must cleanse it!

TG: Um, I don't think you should be holding it, it's kinda heavy...

X; That's because the spirits are weighing it down, now quickly let me see it!

*/tg/ hands her the hammer, she grasps it firmly with both hands, but it's too heavy, her arms wobble and the head of the hammer falls down, slamming a hole in the floor and landing squarely on /a/'s foot.

A (looking up at the trios head's peeking through the hole): FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF- WHAT THE HELL! MY FOOT IS BROKEN!

TG: Don't worry, it wasn't a critical hit.