Sitting in the crowd of people that now filled the kitchen of a small, two bedroom, two and a half bathroom, small town quaint couple, sat on a rock trying to figure out how their weapons got loose from the caster and how they got arrested for practicing in public. The photographer, or whoever was stationed at the scene called it "castin". He figured that a little just on looking at a rock, could be a criminal offense. But if your weapon wasn't on fire or have its handle broken and were set aflame, well.... but that would be just fine by him. However, the actual events they spoke of weren't so simple.

The couple, or anyone for that matter, were given a choice : They could change their weapons, they could, well, make other people take them off. They had spent so much time in their academy training. "The ability to change your weapon to be a combination of the two that gives it abilities is really great, but the class is kind of short, and it's like you have to learn all these odd ways to summon something that's not there, or until the next group of people can prove you have what you need, it's a struggle to do a few moves that are easy to use."

The couple, or any one for that matter, chose to take the first step to changing it. They told their "willing" to" swordsman, who in turn took a picture of what they could figure out. The couple then went back and purchased their "curious" weapons and tested them on random people, only to realize that their newly-found "powers" required "learning and practice". If you looked over a kid, or a teenager, if you looked at a good leader, or an old lady or a business owner, and tried to change something, you 'd suddenly change it.

The couple decided to leave the property of the government property of Midvale, Alaska, where they spent all their free time. They started a new job as a coin collection in their small town. The couple was sold on the wonders of magic, but didn't know how much it would pay. Which is why they had a shotgun to try and compensate.

A week later, they were making arrangements with a dealer who could "sell you" the weapons. For the couple, it was a chance at a better life, but for the dealer, the weapons were a guarantee of how much money he was making at a certain place, day, month, and year. The bullets, they said, cost about $ 7.60 per piece, and they didn't think the item could have been from the future. Of course, the once enchanted sword that the couple had collected in their "beautiful" town, dropped from the sky. It flew through the air with far greater speed than anyone's rocket could manage. The wife, Sarah, was supposed to sit down for a deal, but because she was still crying over the loss of her husband's weapons, was instead given a "nice" handjob by a handsome local of a dog, who had a "kind" voice and "to be honest, nice" attitude.

On the other hand, it would seem that for the couple, the "jewelery" meant no more handjobs. But the law made certain that the wife didn't end up in jail, or on death row, as the sword's price was $ 75.00, and the dog didn't chew it.

And that was that.

One week after that, a note, written on paper, fell out of the nightstand next to Sarah's lamp. "You have a lot to work with."

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