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Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter: Removing N_B's unrelated achievement seeking sentences. Or at least the one I noticed.

2017-04-15T16:46:11Z

Removing N_B's unrelated achievement seeking sentences. Or at least the one I noticed.

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	~~Must. Achieve. Achievement.~~ The young kidâs eyes, a grey-blue with streaks of ochre, analyzed his opponent, looking for an opening, and his medium-length hair rustled in the wind as he leaned back slightly to avoid his opponentâs flurry of punches. His opponent, also a young kid in his pre-teens, narrowed his dark brown eyes in concentration as he faked a left hook before delivering a left body shot, which he followed up with a low hook, jab, cross, left hook, cross, left hook, and right body shot in quick succession. Narrowly blocking and/or dodging each punch, the the first fighter sensed an opportunity as his opponent threw a particularly wild hook. He weaved under the hook and whirled around, his white gi fluttering behind him as he executing a spinning hook kick to his opponentâs head. His opponent, however, had other plans, one of which included throwing his hands between his head and the first fighterâs foot, easily blocking the kick. Taller and more muscular than the first fighter, he also easily blocked jump roundhouse kick that followed the spinning hook. The second fighter also had shorter hair than the first guy. I donât know why this detail is important, but I thought you should know. The fight continued this way for some time, with the first fighterâs precision matched by the second fighterâs strength. After a lengthy bought of heated battle during which some particularly nasty blows were exchanged by both characters, the first fighter parried a kick from the second fighter, stepped back in preparation for a side kick, and then...he saw her. The girl appeared around a bend in the dirt path a short ways away from the field in which the two fighters fought, with both hands clasped on the handle of a bucket of water, undoubtedly drawn from the nearby well. As she rounded the corner of the road, the wind swept her long, black hair to the side, the clouds parted, and a ray of light shined down to illuminate the angelic beauty her face. The first young fighter stood entranced, and his heart skipped a beat when she glanced over in his direction. She smiled at him. He smiled back. Then excruciating pain erupted across his face and he blacked out.		The young kidâs eyes, a grey-blue with streaks of ochre, analyzed his opponent, looking for an opening, and his medium-length hair rustled in the wind as he leaned back slightly to avoid his opponentâs flurry of punches. His opponent, also a young kid in his pre-teens, narrowed his dark brown eyes in concentration as he faked a left hook before delivering a left body shot, which he followed up with a low hook, jab, cross, left hook, cross, left hook, and right body shot in quick succession. Narrowly blocking and/or dodging each punch, the the first fighter sensed an opportunity as his opponent threw a particularly wild hook. He weaved under the hook and whirled around, his white gi fluttering behind him as he executing a spinning hook kick to his opponentâs head. His opponent, however, had other plans, one of which included throwing his hands between his head and the first fighterâs foot, easily blocking the kick. Taller and more muscular than the first fighter, he also easily blocked jump roundhouse kick that followed the spinning hook. The second fighter also had shorter hair than the first guy. I donât know why this detail is important, but I thought you should know. The fight continued this way for some time, with the first fighterâs precision matched by the second fighterâs strength. After a lengthy bought of heated battle during which some particularly nasty blows were exchanged by both characters, the first fighter parried a kick from the second fighter, stepped back in preparation for a side kick, and then...he saw her. The girl appeared around a bend in the dirt path a short ways away from the field in which the two fighters fought, with both hands clasped on the handle of a bucket of water, undoubtedly drawn from the nearby well. As she rounded the corner of the road, the wind swept her long, black hair to the side, the clouds parted, and a ray of light shined down to illuminate the angelic beauty her face. The first young fighter stood entranced, and his heart skipped a beat when she glanced over in his direction. She smiled at him. He smiled back. Then excruciating pain erupted across his face and he blacked out.

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Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter at 13:09, 13 April 2017

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	Tado sighed contentedly.		Tado sighed contentedly.

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	It was a rainy day. Not the same rainy day as before, but rather a different rainy day. This rainy day was special, however, because it was Tadoâs day off, and Tado always loved his days off. Donât get the wrong idea, itâs not because he hated working or anything of that sort. In fact, he was very contented with his job. No, he loved his days off because that was when he got to teach Shard and Blaze the arts. But at that moment, he wasnât teaching them anything in specific. Instead, he was telling them of the ancient tales ofâ¦		It was a rainy day. Not the same rainy day as before, but rather a different rainy day. This rainy day was special, however, because it was Tadoâs day off, and Tado always loved his days off. Donât get the wrong idea, itâs not because he hated working or anything of that sort. In fact, he was very contented with his job. No, he loved his days off because that was when he got to teach Shard and Blaze the arts. But at that moment, he wasnât teaching them anything in specific. Instead, he was telling them of the ancient tales ofâ¦

Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter: Adding categories

2017-04-06T13:18:50Z

Adding categories

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	The next hour involved Tado teaching Shard and Blaze how to carefully paint the delicate details of the nearby pond.. Then hour after that involved them throwing paint at each other outside. Despite making a total mess which he would doubtless have to clean up later, the old man seemed to enjoy the game just as much as the two little kids. He might have even enjoyed it more than the kids. And then Shard got paint in his eye and started crying so they had to call the game off and Tado had to give Shard a Rice Wispy treat before he would stop crying. Then Blaze wanted a Rice Wispy treat because Shard got one. [[Category:The Additional Manuscripts]]		The next hour involved Tado teaching Shard and Blaze how to carefully paint the delicate details of the nearby pond.. Then hour after that involved them throwing paint at each other outside. Despite making a total mess which he would doubtless have to clean up later, the old man seemed to enjoy the game just as much as the two little kids. He might have even enjoyed it more than the kids. And then Shard got paint in his eye and started crying so they had to call the game off and Tado had to give Shard a Rice Wispy treat before he would stop crying. Then Blaze wanted a Rice Wispy treat because Shard got one. [[Category:The Additional Manuscripts]]
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2017-04-06T12:17:09Z

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	The next hour involved Tado teaching Shard and Blaze how to carefully paint the delicate details of the nearby pond.. Then hour after that involved them throwing paint at each other outside. Despite making a total mess which he would doubtless have to clean up later, the old man seemed to enjoy the game just as much as the two little kids. He might have even enjoyed it more than the kids. And then Shard got paint in his eye and started crying so they had to call the game off and Tado had to give Shard a Rice Wispy treat before he would stop crying. Then Blaze wanted a Rice Wispy treat because Shard got one. [[Category:The Additional Manuscripts]]		The next hour involved Tado teaching Shard and Blaze how to carefully paint the delicate details of the nearby pond.. Then hour after that involved them throwing paint at each other outside. Despite making a total mess which he would doubtless have to clean up later, the old man seemed to enjoy the game just as much as the two little kids. He might have even enjoyed it more than the kids. And then Shard got paint in his eye and started crying so they had to call the game off and Tado had to give Shard a Rice Wispy treat before he would stop crying. Then Blaze wanted a Rice Wispy treat because Shard got one. [[Category:The Additional Manuscripts]]
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TheBuildersOfNinjago at 03:53, 6 April 2017

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	Must. Achievement. The young kidâs eyes, a grey-blue with streaks of ochre, analyzed his opponent, looking for an opening, and his medium-length hair rustled in the wind as he leaned back slightly to avoid his opponentâs flurry of punches. His opponent, also a young kid in his pre-teens, narrowed his dark brown eyes in concentration as he faked a left hook before delivering a left body shot, which he followed up with a low hook, jab, cross, left hook, cross, left hook, and right body shot in quick succession. Narrowly blocking and/or dodging each punch, the the first fighter sensed an opportunity as his opponent threw a particularly wild hook. He weaved under the hook and whirled around, his white gi fluttering behind him as he executing a spinning hook kick to his opponentâs head. His opponent, however, had other plans, one of which included throwing his hands between his head and the first fighterâs foot, easily blocking the kick. Taller and more muscular than the first fighter, he also easily blocked jump roundhouse kick that followed the spinning hook. The second fighter also had shorter hair than the first guy. I donât know why this detail is important, but I thought you should know. The fight continued this way for some time, with the first fighterâs precision matched by the second fighterâs strength. After a lengthy bought of heated battle during which some particularly nasty blows were exchanged by both characters, the first fighter parried a kick from the second fighter, stepped back in preparation for a side kick, and then...he saw her. The girl appeared around a bend in the dirt path a short ways away from the field in which the two fighters fought, with both hands clasped on the handle of a bucket of water, undoubtedly drawn from the nearby well. As she rounded the corner of the road, the wind swept her long, black hair to the side, the clouds parted, and a ray of light shined down to illuminate the angelic beauty her face. The first young fighter stood entranced, and his heart skipped a beat when she glanced over in his direction. She smiled at him. He smiled back. Then excruciating pain erupted across his face and he blacked out.		Must. Achieve. Achievement. The young kidâs eyes, a grey-blue with streaks of ochre, analyzed his opponent, looking for an opening, and his medium-length hair rustled in the wind as he leaned back slightly to avoid his opponentâs flurry of punches. His opponent, also a young kid in his pre-teens, narrowed his dark brown eyes in concentration as he faked a left hook before delivering a left body shot, which he followed up with a low hook, jab, cross, left hook, cross, left hook, and right body shot in quick succession. Narrowly blocking and/or dodging each punch, the the first fighter sensed an opportunity as his opponent threw a particularly wild hook. He weaved under the hook and whirled around, his white gi fluttering behind him as he executing a spinning hook kick to his opponentâs head. His opponent, however, had other plans, one of which included throwing his hands between his head and the first fighterâs foot, easily blocking the kick. Taller and more muscular than the first fighter, he also easily blocked jump roundhouse kick that followed the spinning hook. The second fighter also had shorter hair than the first guy. I donât know why this detail is important, but I thought you should know. The fight continued this way for some time, with the first fighterâs precision matched by the second fighterâs strength. After a lengthy bought of heated battle during which some particularly nasty blows were exchanged by both characters, the first fighter parried a kick from the second fighter, stepped back in preparation for a side kick, and then...he saw her. The girl appeared around a bend in the dirt path a short ways away from the field in which the two fighters fought, with both hands clasped on the handle of a bucket of water, undoubtedly drawn from the nearby well. As she rounded the corner of the road, the wind swept her long, black hair to the side, the clouds parted, and a ray of light shined down to illuminate the angelic beauty her face. The first young fighter stood entranced, and his heart skipped a beat when she glanced over in his direction. She smiled at him. He smiled back. Then excruciating pain erupted across his face and he blacked out.

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TheBuildersOfNinjago: It's mine now! The 10 edits achievement is mine! Oh it feels so good! But I must have more! This is not enough!

2017-04-06T03:52:18Z

It's mine now! The 10 edits achievement is mine! Oh it feels so good! But I must have more! This is not enough!

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	Achievement. The young kidâs eyes, a grey-blue with streaks of ochre, analyzed his opponent, looking for an opening, and his medium-length hair rustled in the wind as he leaned back slightly to avoid his opponentâs flurry of punches. His opponent, also a young kid in his pre-teens, narrowed his dark brown eyes in concentration as he faked a left hook before delivering a left body shot, which he followed up with a low hook, jab, cross, left hook, cross, left hook, and right body shot in quick succession. Narrowly blocking and/or dodging each punch, the the first fighter sensed an opportunity as his opponent threw a particularly wild hook. He weaved under the hook and whirled around, his white gi fluttering behind him as he executing a spinning hook kick to his opponentâs head. His opponent, however, had other plans, one of which included throwing his hands between his head and the first fighterâs foot, easily blocking the kick. Taller and more muscular than the first fighter, he also easily blocked jump roundhouse kick that followed the spinning hook. The second fighter also had shorter hair than the first guy. I donât know why this detail is important, but I thought you should know. The fight continued this way for some time, with the first fighterâs precision matched by the second fighterâs strength. After a lengthy bought of heated battle during which some particularly nasty blows were exchanged by both characters, the first fighter parried a kick from the second fighter, stepped back in preparation for a side kick, and then...he saw her. The girl appeared around a bend in the dirt path a short ways away from the field in which the two fighters fought, with both hands clasped on the handle of a bucket of water, undoubtedly drawn from the nearby well. As she rounded the corner of the road, the wind swept her long, black hair to the side, the clouds parted, and a ray of light shined down to illuminate the angelic beauty her face. The first young fighter stood entranced, and his heart skipped a beat when she glanced over in his direction. She smiled at him. He smiled back. Then excruciating pain erupted across his face and he blacked out.		Must. Achievement. The young kidâs eyes, a grey-blue with streaks of ochre, analyzed his opponent, looking for an opening, and his medium-length hair rustled in the wind as he leaned back slightly to avoid his opponentâs flurry of punches. His opponent, also a young kid in his pre-teens, narrowed his dark brown eyes in concentration as he faked a left hook before delivering a left body shot, which he followed up with a low hook, jab, cross, left hook, cross, left hook, and right body shot in quick succession. Narrowly blocking and/or dodging each punch, the the first fighter sensed an opportunity as his opponent threw a particularly wild hook. He weaved under the hook and whirled around, his white gi fluttering behind him as he executing a spinning hook kick to his opponentâs head. His opponent, however, had other plans, one of which included throwing his hands between his head and the first fighterâs foot, easily blocking the kick. Taller and more muscular than the first fighter, he also easily blocked jump roundhouse kick that followed the spinning hook. The second fighter also had shorter hair than the first guy. I donât know why this detail is important, but I thought you should know. The fight continued this way for some time, with the first fighterâs precision matched by the second fighterâs strength. After a lengthy bought of heated battle during which some particularly nasty blows were exchanged by both characters, the first fighter parried a kick from the second fighter, stepped back in preparation for a side kick, and then...he saw her. The girl appeared around a bend in the dirt path a short ways away from the field in which the two fighters fought, with both hands clasped on the handle of a bucket of water, undoubtedly drawn from the nearby well. As she rounded the corner of the road, the wind swept her long, black hair to the side, the clouds parted, and a ray of light shined down to illuminate the angelic beauty her face. The first young fighter stood entranced, and his heart skipped a beat when she glanced over in his direction. She smiled at him. He smiled back. Then excruciating pain erupted across his face and he blacked out.

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TheBuildersOfNinjago at 03:51, 6 April 2017

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	The young kidâs eyes, a grey-blue with streaks of ochre, analyzed his opponent, looking for an opening, and his medium-length hair rustled in the wind as he leaned back slightly to avoid his opponentâs flurry of punches. His opponent, also a young kid in his pre-teens, narrowed his dark brown eyes in concentration as he faked a left hook before delivering a left body shot, which he followed up with a low hook, jab, cross, left hook, cross, left hook, and right body shot in quick succession. Narrowly blocking and/or dodging each punch, the the first fighter sensed an opportunity as his opponent threw a particularly wild hook. He weaved under the hook and whirled around, his white gi fluttering behind him as he executing a spinning hook kick to his opponentâs head. His opponent, however, had other plans, one of which included throwing his hands between his head and the first fighterâs foot, easily blocking the kick. Taller and more muscular than the first fighter, he also easily blocked jump roundhouse kick that followed the spinning hook. The second fighter also had shorter hair than the first guy. I donât know why this detail is important, but I thought you should know. The fight continued this way for some time, with the first fighterâs precision matched by the second fighterâs strength. After a lengthy bought of heated battle during which some particularly nasty blows were exchanged by both characters, the first fighter parried a kick from the second fighter, stepped back in preparation for a side kick, and then...he saw her. The girl appeared around a bend in the dirt path a short ways away from the field in which the two fighters fought, with both hands clasped on the handle of a bucket of water, undoubtedly drawn from the nearby well. As she rounded the corner of the road, the wind swept her long, black hair to the side, the clouds parted, and a ray of light shined down to illuminate the angelic beauty her face. The first young fighter stood entranced, and his heart skipped a beat when she glanced over in his direction. She smiled at him. He smiled back. Then excruciating pain erupted across his face and he blacked out.		Achievement. The young kidâs eyes, a grey-blue with streaks of ochre, analyzed his opponent, looking for an opening, and his medium-length hair rustled in the wind as he leaned back slightly to avoid his opponentâs flurry of punches. His opponent, also a young kid in his pre-teens, narrowed his dark brown eyes in concentration as he faked a left hook before delivering a left body shot, which he followed up with a low hook, jab, cross, left hook, cross, left hook, and right body shot in quick succession. Narrowly blocking and/or dodging each punch, the the first fighter sensed an opportunity as his opponent threw a particularly wild hook. He weaved under the hook and whirled around, his white gi fluttering behind him as he executing a spinning hook kick to his opponentâs head. His opponent, however, had other plans, one of which included throwing his hands between his head and the first fighterâs foot, easily blocking the kick. Taller and more muscular than the first fighter, he also easily blocked jump roundhouse kick that followed the spinning hook. The second fighter also had shorter hair than the first guy. I donât know why this detail is important, but I thought you should know. The fight continued this way for some time, with the first fighterâs precision matched by the second fighterâs strength. After a lengthy bought of heated battle during which some particularly nasty blows were exchanged by both characters, the first fighter parried a kick from the second fighter, stepped back in preparation for a side kick, and then...he saw her. The girl appeared around a bend in the dirt path a short ways away from the field in which the two fighters fought, with both hands clasped on the handle of a bucket of water, undoubtedly drawn from the nearby well. As she rounded the corner of the road, the wind swept her long, black hair to the side, the clouds parted, and a ray of light shined down to illuminate the angelic beauty her face. The first young fighter stood entranced, and his heart skipped a beat when she glanced over in his direction. She smiled at him. He smiled back. Then excruciating pain erupted across his face and he blacked out.

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TheBuildersOfNinjago: Day 13: I can't keep living like this; there's nothing I want more than to give up. My entire body aches. But I'm in too deep to back out now. The achievement beckons me, demanding that I go on.

2017-04-06T03:50:26Z

Day 13: I can't keep living like this; there's nothing I want more than to give up. My entire body aches. But I'm in too deep to back out now. The achievement beckons me, demanding that I go on.

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	~~Edit 7: I'm feel like I can't go on; there's nothing I want more than to give up. My entire body aches. But I'm in too deep to back out now. I'm in too deep with the achievements.~~ The young kidâs eyes, a grey-blue with streaks of ochre, analyzed his opponent, looking for an opening, and his medium-length hair rustled in the wind as he leaned back slightly to avoid his opponentâs flurry of punches. His opponent, also a young kid in his pre-teens, narrowed his dark brown eyes in concentration as he faked a left hook before delivering a left body shot, which he followed up with a low hook, jab, cross, left hook, cross, left hook, and right body shot in quick succession. Narrowly blocking and/or dodging each punch, the the first fighter sensed an opportunity as his opponent threw a particularly wild hook. He weaved under the hook and whirled around, his white gi fluttering behind him as he executing a spinning hook kick to his opponentâs head. His opponent, however, had other plans, one of which included throwing his hands between his head and the first fighterâs foot, easily blocking the kick. Taller and more muscular than the first fighter, he also easily blocked jump roundhouse kick that followed the spinning hook. The second fighter also had shorter hair than the first guy. I donât know why this detail is important, but I thought you should know. The fight continued this way for some time, with the first fighterâs precision matched by the second fighterâs strength. After a lengthy bought of heated battle during which some particularly nasty blows were exchanged by both characters, the first fighter parried a kick from the second fighter, stepped back in preparation for a side kick, and then...he saw her. The girl appeared around a bend in the dirt path a short ways away from the field in which the two fighters fought, with both hands clasped on the handle of a bucket of water, undoubtedly drawn from the nearby well. As she rounded the corner of the road, the wind swept her long, black hair to the side, the clouds parted, and a ray of light shined down to illuminate the angelic beauty her face. The first young fighter stood entranced, and his heart skipped a beat when she glanced over in his direction. She smiled at him. He smiled back. Then excruciating pain erupted across his face and he blacked out.		The young kidâs eyes, a grey-blue with streaks of ochre, analyzed his opponent, looking for an opening, and his medium-length hair rustled in the wind as he leaned back slightly to avoid his opponentâs flurry of punches. His opponent, also a young kid in his pre-teens, narrowed his dark brown eyes in concentration as he faked a left hook before delivering a left body shot, which he followed up with a low hook, jab, cross, left hook, cross, left hook, and right body shot in quick succession. Narrowly blocking and/or dodging each punch, the the first fighter sensed an opportunity as his opponent threw a particularly wild hook. He weaved under the hook and whirled around, his white gi fluttering behind him as he executing a spinning hook kick to his opponentâs head. His opponent, however, had other plans, one of which included throwing his hands between his head and the first fighterâs foot, easily blocking the kick. Taller and more muscular than the first fighter, he also easily blocked jump roundhouse kick that followed the spinning hook. The second fighter also had shorter hair than the first guy. I donât know why this detail is important, but I thought you should know. The fight continued this way for some time, with the first fighterâs precision matched by the second fighterâs strength. After a lengthy bought of heated battle during which some particularly nasty blows were exchanged by both characters, the first fighter parried a kick from the second fighter, stepped back in preparation for a side kick, and then...he saw her. The girl appeared around a bend in the dirt path a short ways away from the field in which the two fighters fought, with both hands clasped on the handle of a bucket of water, undoubtedly drawn from the nearby well. As she rounded the corner of the road, the wind swept her long, black hair to the side, the clouds parted, and a ray of light shined down to illuminate the angelic beauty her face. The first young fighter stood entranced, and his heart skipped a beat when she glanced over in his direction. She smiled at him. He smiled back. Then excruciating pain erupted across his face and he blacked out.

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TheBuildersOfNinjago at 03:48, 6 April 2017

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	~~Blah blah blah Achievements~~. The young kidâs eyes, a grey-blue with streaks of ochre, analyzed his opponent, looking for an opening, and his medium-length hair rustled in the wind as he leaned back slightly to avoid his opponentâs flurry of punches. His opponent, also a young kid in his pre-teens, narrowed his dark brown eyes in concentration as he faked a left hook before delivering a left body shot, which he followed up with a low hook, jab, cross, left hook, cross, left hook, and right body shot in quick succession. Narrowly blocking and/or dodging each punch, the the first fighter sensed an opportunity as his opponent threw a particularly wild hook. He weaved under the hook and whirled around, his white gi fluttering behind him as he executing a spinning hook kick to his opponentâs head. His opponent, however, had other plans, one of which included throwing his hands between his head and the first fighterâs foot, easily blocking the kick. Taller and more muscular than the first fighter, he also easily blocked jump roundhouse kick that followed the spinning hook. The second fighter also had shorter hair than the first guy. I donât know why this detail is important, but I thought you should know. The fight continued this way for some time, with the first fighterâs precision matched by the second fighterâs strength. After a lengthy bought of heated battle during which some particularly nasty blows were exchanged by both characters, the first fighter parried a kick from the second fighter, stepped back in preparation for a side kick, and then...he saw her. The girl appeared around a bend in the dirt path a short ways away from the field in which the two fighters fought, with both hands clasped on the handle of a bucket of water, undoubtedly drawn from the nearby well. As she rounded the corner of the road, the wind swept her long, black hair to the side, the clouds parted, and a ray of light shined down to illuminate the angelic beauty her face. The first young fighter stood entranced, and his heart skipped a beat when she glanced over in his direction. She smiled at him. He smiled back. Then excruciating pain erupted across his face and he blacked out.		Edit 7: I'm feel like I can't go on; there's nothing I want more than to give up. My entire body aches. But I'm in too deep to back out now. I'm in too deep with the achievements. The young kidâs eyes, a grey-blue with streaks of ochre, analyzed his opponent, looking for an opening, and his medium-length hair rustled in the wind as he leaned back slightly to avoid his opponentâs flurry of punches. His opponent, also a young kid in his pre-teens, narrowed his dark brown eyes in concentration as he faked a left hook before delivering a left body shot, which he followed up with a low hook, jab, cross, left hook, cross, left hook, and right body shot in quick succession. Narrowly blocking and/or dodging each punch, the the first fighter sensed an opportunity as his opponent threw a particularly wild hook. He weaved under the hook and whirled around, his white gi fluttering behind him as he executing a spinning hook kick to his opponentâs head. His opponent, however, had other plans, one of which included throwing his hands between his head and the first fighterâs foot, easily blocking the kick. Taller and more muscular than the first fighter, he also easily blocked jump roundhouse kick that followed the spinning hook. The second fighter also had shorter hair than the first guy. I donât know why this detail is important, but I thought you should know. The fight continued this way for some time, with the first fighterâs precision matched by the second fighterâs strength. After a lengthy bought of heated battle during which some particularly nasty blows were exchanged by both characters, the first fighter parried a kick from the second fighter, stepped back in preparation for a side kick, and then...he saw her. The girl appeared around a bend in the dirt path a short ways away from the field in which the two fighters fought, with both hands clasped on the handle of a bucket of water, undoubtedly drawn from the nearby well. As she rounded the corner of the road, the wind swept her long, black hair to the side, the clouds parted, and a ray of light shined down to illuminate the angelic beauty her face. The first young fighter stood entranced, and his heart skipped a beat when she glanced over in his direction. She smiled at him. He smiled back. Then excruciating pain erupted across his face and he blacked out.

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	Achievements. The young kidâs eyes, a grey-blue with streaks of ochre, analyzed his opponent, looking for an opening, and his medium-length hair rustled in the wind as he leaned back slightly to avoid his opponentâs flurry of punches. His opponent, also a young kid in his pre-teens, narrowed his dark brown eyes in concentration as he faked a left hook before delivering a left body shot, which he followed up with a low hook, jab, cross, left hook, cross, left hook, and right body shot in quick succession. Narrowly blocking and/or dodging each punch, the the first fighter sensed an opportunity as his opponent threw a particularly wild hook. He weaved under the hook and whirled around, his white gi fluttering behind him as he executing a spinning hook kick to his opponentâs head. His opponent, however, had other plans, one of which included throwing his hands between his head and the first fighterâs foot, easily blocking the kick. Taller and more muscular than the first fighter, he also easily blocked jump roundhouse kick that followed the spinning hook. The second fighter also had shorter hair than the first guy. I donât know why this detail is important, but I thought you should know. The fight continued this way for some time, with the first fighterâs precision matched by the second fighterâs strength. After a lengthy bought of heated battle during which some particularly nasty blows were exchanged by both characters, the first fighter parried a kick from the second fighter, stepped back in preparation for a side kick, and then...he saw her. The girl appeared around a bend in the dirt path a short ways away from the field in which the two fighters fought, with both hands clasped on the handle of a bucket of water, undoubtedly drawn from the nearby well. As she rounded the corner of the road, the wind swept her long, black hair to the side, the clouds parted, and a ray of light shined down to illuminate the angelic beauty her face. The first young fighter stood entranced, and his heart skipped a beat when she glanced over in his direction. She smiled at him. He smiled back. Then excruciating pain erupted across his face and he blacked out.		Blah blah blah Achievements. The young kidâs eyes, a grey-blue with streaks of ochre, analyzed his opponent, looking for an opening, and his medium-length hair rustled in the wind as he leaned back slightly to avoid his opponentâs flurry of punches. His opponent, also a young kid in his pre-teens, narrowed his dark brown eyes in concentration as he faked a left hook before delivering a left body shot, which he followed up with a low hook, jab, cross, left hook, cross, left hook, and right body shot in quick succession. Narrowly blocking and/or dodging each punch, the the first fighter sensed an opportunity as his opponent threw a particularly wild hook. He weaved under the hook and whirled around, his white gi fluttering behind him as he executing a spinning hook kick to his opponentâs head. His opponent, however, had other plans, one of which included throwing his hands between his head and the first fighterâs foot, easily blocking the kick. Taller and more muscular than the first fighter, he also easily blocked jump roundhouse kick that followed the spinning hook. The second fighter also had shorter hair than the first guy. I donât know why this detail is important, but I thought you should know. The fight continued this way for some time, with the first fighterâs precision matched by the second fighterâs strength. After a lengthy bought of heated battle during which some particularly nasty blows were exchanged by both characters, the first fighter parried a kick from the second fighter, stepped back in preparation for a side kick, and then...he saw her. The girl appeared around a bend in the dirt path a short ways away from the field in which the two fighters fought, with both hands clasped on the handle of a bucket of water, undoubtedly drawn from the nearby well. As she rounded the corner of the road, the wind swept her long, black hair to the side, the clouds parted, and a ray of light shined down to illuminate the angelic beauty her face. The first young fighter stood entranced, and his heart skipped a beat when she glanced over in his direction. She smiled at him. He smiled back. Then excruciating pain erupted across his face and he blacked out.

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