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Black DragonThe black lit stage was empty as smoke billowed forth into the crowd. Laser beams shot from the ceiling and the crowd erupted with screams. The band clad in armor came skanking onto the stage.Black Dragon
"Welcome Vikings!" The lead singer screamed into the microphone. The giant trombone player began blasting into his horn.
"We are Black Dragon!" the singer said, then began skanking uncontrollably. The guitar player started the off-beat and the crowd danced to the music in a giant skank pit.
"Hup, hup, hup!" the singer sang. The guitarist stepped forward and swung his axe shaped guitar with anger to the happy music.


"What came first, the virtue or the vice?" It was the question that had tick-tick-ticked inside my brain since it had been asked at church. I blurted it out at the dinner table. "Well obviously it was the chicken," my non-church-going uncle piped in, cutting into his fourth sausage, plum sauce smeared on his moustache. I spoke up, "Uncle Thomas, that wasn't what-" "We know it was the chicken," he went on. "God knows, Darwin knows, even the God-damned - pardon the French - chicken knows." &by *cinnamon-quill
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